Dad is gone…and still our hearts are full
A little Christmas poem from Glover Gardens about sorrow, joy and the Christmas miracle.
A little Christmas poem from Glover Gardens about sorrow, joy and the Christmas miracle.
Thanksgiving weekend, eight of us family members spanning three generations packed into my Honda Pilot and headed down to the Bolivar Peninsula where I grew up. We were on a mission to visit Dad’s favorite restaurant down there, and remember him. It was a perfect…
50-year old photographs celebrate the birthday and memory of one who left us too soon: Steven Thomas Harvell.
I have never said this in a public forum: my brother’s untimely death four years ago was a suicide. Hear my plea: if you’re hurting, please tell someone.
Labor Day weekend of 2000 was the last time I saw my Mom; we shared cherries and empathy at the beach house on the Bolivar Peninsula.
A gift of a live and blooming hibiscus, with a heartfelt haiku to celebrate Dad’s life.
My uncle Nathan, my mother’s brother, would have been 70 this month. He was only 40 when he died in 1988. Sad and shocked, I wrote this poem for my Mom at the time and it was part of his memorial service. Just today, I…
Reblog of the Thrive Global article about the grieving process by Katherine Schafler, NYC-based psychotherapist, writer and speaker.
A little bee poem from a grieving and grateful daughter about making Dad-memories into honey.
