Category: Grief

  • My father was an adventurer at heart. No doubt, if he had lived at a different time, under different circumstances he would have sought wisdom at the feet of a Tibetan monk, and explored the ruins of Machu Pichu. As life would have it, the farthest he ever got was a castle in Ireland, and…

  • These past months have been heavy with wakes and funerals. It’s inevitable that each of those would call to mind the wakes and funerals of my loved ones, as it does for many of those who come to pay their respects.   One of the most painful was my father’s wake. But looking back, I…

  • Today, on the way to a funeral Mass, a friend told me the story of an acquaintance who had been very ill, and very attached to her dog, and her dog devoted to her. She worried what would happen to her furry friend when she died and asked family members to please take care of…

  • Each spring my backyard becomes home to a host of critters who are a continual source of delight to ,  me. For the past two years my favorite has been the hyperactive squirrel who seemed to rejoice, in his own squirrel way, in being alive. He had a penchant for sliding across canvas awnings, swinging…