Now that you have entered with an open heart Into a complex and fragile situation, Hoping with patience and respect To tread softly over sore
Category: Mourning
History of A Day
The Inner History of a Day No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light,
In Memory of An Anniversary
Two years ago to date my parents celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary. I would like to share an old blog entry (written on another platform)
The Thing About Birthdays
My parents were never big on celebrating birthdays with parties. I can’t really explain it, and to be perfectly honest, it never occurred to me
Kessy’s Diary: She slipped away gently
Last night I got up every 90 minutes to keep her hydrated and warm, petting and cooing her all night long. Kessy knew she was
The First Man In My Life
He was there when I emerged into the world for the very first time. He stood by my mother in tears and held her hand
FrogDiva Thoughts 