I awoke for no apparent reason shortly before midnight last night and fought those wee-hour demons for nearly three hours. Why is it, while fighting for sleep, all the small, inconsequential things in life take on such gargantuan proportions? The tiny, nit-picking things that, when the light of morning arrives, are so unimportant and forgettable. …
Tag Archive: sorrow
Jun 10
Grief Journal No. 6: Only one conversation possible
(This was written to a friend, July 7, 2008, six weeks after the death of my daughter Ava. It may help some folks understand the newly bereaved.) I haven’t called, written or spoken to you in a while. It is no reflection on our friendship. Perhaps the best way to explain my lack of communication …
Jun 08
Grief Journal No. 5: Grief as life’s definition
(Written July 3, 2008 – one month after the death of my daughter Ava) I just finished a book about a couple who lost their only child, “First You Die.” Like nearly everything else I have read, it indicates that this pain doesn’t “get better.” For the author and her husband, the loss has become …
Mar 31
Of graves, cemeteries, and sorrow
The tree I planted last summer is starting to put forth new spring leaves. The stone is golden and beautiful; the words carved upon it still sting my eyes and prod the wound in my heart. I go the cemetery on a regular basis now, to prune and water the tree, to visit the marker, …
