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Stuck On You

This song was popular when I moved back from Manhattan. I was living on my grandpa’s farm 45 miles south of Oakley and came up in the evenings help dad get his new computer system up to date at the office. I had started seeing Mike that summer and he co-owned a bar...

The Grief Box

Last week I was talking to a woman who lost her husband almost a year-and-a-half ago. He and his brothers went on a yearly golf outing and this year when the brothers went, they found a golf ball with a logo from where he worked in the rough. They said it was him...

Firsts And Lasts

John’s senior year of high school has been bittersweet. It’s been full of firsts and lasts. Lasts for John. Firsts for all of us without Mike. Mike’s birthday, eight days after he died, was the first such event. It was so fresh, and John had a swim meet on that day so...

Trust In Self

As I see so many people post about “the empty chair” for the holidays I sometimes wonder if I’m doing this grieving thing wrong. You see I feel at peace with my loss of Mike. I worry more about my boys than myself. So why would something outside of me cause me to...

Grieving And Summit

I believe grief lasts a lifetime. That being said, I don’t expect to grieve all the time for the rest of my life. It comes in small, sometimes unexpected, waves. Something reminds me of Mike and makes me cry or sends me down memory lane. Last weekend I went to the...