Category: The Library
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Death Be Not Proud
“Death be not proud…” They stood, strong and tall (and how is it they look so old?!), my Ash-man with the other boys in his eighth grade class. I’ve known them all since before they were born, and they recited together… Tears began to form. Yes. Death. Be. NOT. Proud. “…Though some have called thee…
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Altogether There
Yesterday was one of those days where although I was tired, I felt relatively well and was able to be out and about and do stuff–mom stuff and work stuff and carpool stuff and friends stuff. Then last night I got about two hours of sleep because the side effects of this chemo are still…
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Good Things
Bear was my sous chef tonight. He wanted to help me because he knew how tired I was. His heart is enormous! I cherish watching him inhale spices and exclaim over their marvelous scents. “Mom! This onion powder smells amazing! Mom, I feel like I’m in Italy with this oregano!” He blended dressings and compiled…
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To the Point of Tears
Today is one of those days where I can’t seem to staunch the deluge of tears. Every little thing sets me off and sometimes nothing sets me off and I just cry and cry and cry. My body is in so much pain today, and with pain of the body there is often pain of…
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Grace Wins
There is house in my hometown that sits up a little incline. I love that little house, and every time we pass by I point to it and tell my Bri, “There’s their old house.” He smiles patiently and never says, “I know, hon, you’ve told me that a thousand times.” You see, he understands.…
A Spring of Joy 