Papa Wilson, my grandfather, died when I was eight years old. This was in 1964. I don’t remember many details about his actual death, but I do remember that he was 84 when he died. I thought that was positively ancient.
The Dead Parents Society.
Are you a member of the Dead Parents Society?
What is odd was that I’ve found that leaning into grief is more helpful than ignoring it or tucking it away. It sounds morbid to talk about embracing pain, but that may be part of the healing process.
10 things you’d want to be said at your funeral.
You are dead. It’s your funeral. Mourners are present. What do you want to be said about you? Can you come up with 10 things? I did.
The first and the last.
I asked my good pastor friend Bobby McKay to write a guest blog today. Bobby sent me this little meditation out of the blue a day or so ago, and I was so impressed and moved I wanted y’all to experience it, too. “Some folks remember the first time; some can’t forget the last.” From […]
“Sunset” is a verb.
Are you in a life stage in which you realize that some things that were once important to you are no longer as urgent?
The first dead person I ever saw.
This is a sequel of sorts to my last blog, “Grieve Appropriately.” I have a bit more to say, and for some reason that particular blog seemed to resonate with many of you. So there’s this. Papa Wilson died when I was eight years old. This was in 1964. I don’t remember many details about […]
Grieve appropriately.
All change involves an element of loss. Even good changes. If you’re single and marry the love of your life, you lose some independence. If you begin a new job, you lose the familiarity of where you once worked. If you move to a new place, you lose the comfort that comes from knowing your […]