Sweet as “Mom”

I grew up calling Shannon “Mom” because that’s what Daddy and all his siblings called her. That’s what we, all of her grandchildren, called her. She died this year as the leaves of October peaked. I didn’t get to say goodbye or hold her soft hands or thank her for loving me or to whisper,Continue reading “Sweet as “Mom””

Brave Heart

When the heart is full of pain life feels more tender.  Or maybe when the heart  is more tender  life is full of pain. Grief is as complex  as a sunflower like the seeds of its center one memory developing the next. The heart longing for the  yellow blossoms of light. Sometimes the heart  missesContinue reading “Brave Heart”