Archive for the 'Healing' Category
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Notes from a Funeral
One person can collect an enormous amount of possessions in a single one-bedroom apartment. It was hard to clean out my grandma’s home; we didn’t know the stories behind many of the little mementos and personal items we found. “Why on earth did she keep a shoebox full of prayer cards?” We’d ask. “Do you know […]
Published by angelawd on April 23rd, 2008 tagged Healing | 8 Comments »
The Daffodils are Mocking Me.
Time in my garden heals me, especially when I have the opportunity to…um…take myself less seriously.
Last fall I decided to dig up a bed of daffodils and spread them out in other flower beds. I spent an entire afternoon digging a hole big enough to bury my teenaged daughter, just in case she continued to annoy […]
Published by angelawd on April 14th, 2008 tagged Healing, Joyful living | 6 Comments »
Tick, tick, tick…
The news is grim. My Grandma’s vital organs are failing, and the family has decided to let her pass her last days without pain, rather than trying to repair a failing body. This means she is rarely awake and coherent, but eased along by powerful pain relievers. I realized that to drive up there now would be […]
Published by angelawd on April 12th, 2008 tagged Healing | 6 Comments »
I’m not in Minnesota.
My Mom and stepfather have traveled to MN with my great-aunt Joan, someone so close to my family that I’ve always called her my own aunt. I realized that in this situation, it’s much more important that my grandma have time with her sister and daughter than with me, especially if she’s still in intensive […]
Published by angelawd on April 11th, 2008 tagged Daily Christianity, Healing, Joyful living | 5 Comments »
I’ll be damned, here comes your ghost again*
I dreamed about him again last week: John. My friend’s brother, the popular teen that I crushed on through junior high and much of high school, the boy who lived in the normal home near my crazy abnormal family on the dirt road. If only he loved me, I would fit in; I’d be normal too.
In […]