Talking about the hard stuff.

There are subjects that many people, if not most, don’t want to talk about. They don’t even want to think about them, never mind discuss them.

It seems to be more common than not to avoid topics that evoke fear, worry or stress. We want to avoid things that cause us angst or pain, tucking it away in our minds and hoping that it miraculously figures itself out without our participation.

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Quote of the day.

In honor of my late grandmother, Jeanne Gray Kisker. I love and miss you every day, always. Happy birthday in heaven, Ma.

“The bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”
—Anne Lamott

Forever a part of me.

In honor and memory of our dearest and closest friend, Barbara Leonardi. We love you.

I learned this morning what it was like to lose your best friend.

To awake to the hard, cold fact that you’ll never see her again. That you’ll never hear her voice on the other end of the receiver, with her warm greeting that we share, “Hello, my friend.”

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In honor of Dr. Barbara, a dear family friend.

That moment when the start of a sentence is a strong indicator of how it will end.

“I am heartbroken. My Mom, my biggest fan, my partner in so many adventures, the love of my life has passed away.”

Boom. There it is. She’s gone. When? How? Why? What happened? This can’t be real.

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