Category: Love

  • If Claire were here she would say that sometimes being remembered is all that’s needed to die well. Claire was an elderly patient in a local nursing home when Hospice was called in on her case. Her husband had died a few years earlier and her only remaining relatives – her mother and aunt –…

  • In a rare stretch outside my comfort zone, I went to the mall, on a Saturday, in the height of   Christmas shopping frenzy. Within the first five minutes of navigating one of the larger anchor stores, I remembered all too clearly why I rarely shop in a mall, most especially during the Christmas season.…

  • 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…

  • When I was young I developed a fascination for archeology. I’m sure it had much to do with my father’s library of books which included a large number of volumes on ancient ruins. Nothing fascinated me more than the prospect of unearthing the buried treasure of a forgotten or unknown civilization! But as life would…

  • 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…