It’s time to end this blog.  I have other plans for it (you’ll see), but not as a blog.   It’s not the end of the journey. The journey never ends until life on this planet ends, but for now, it’s the end of this portion of it.  Does it mean grief ends? No. Does it mean I no longer miss him? No. Because the truth is, grief never ends. It takes a different shape as time goes on, but it’s still there. The truth is, he will always be missed. He will be missed every time I drive out of our neighborhood past his old clinic. He will be missed every time I pass a football stadium or a soccer field. He ..read more

In May, a tornado came through our town. The first tornado to touch down in our town in recorded history. My son was in the area affected. I can say that now very calmly, but trust me when I say that night I was anything but calm. 3:30 in the morning found us entering what looked like a war zone to pick him up along with his cat. (Have I mentioned that both my guy and I are severely allergic to cats?) There was nothing we could do but bring them both to our house. This was the first occasion my guy and I had to have my son living with us, even part time, and for him, it was a full immersion in ..read more