• Hand touching window pane.
    Courage,  Grief

    Apathy and Feelings of Indifference Among Recovery Workers

    “Apparently helping people who have lost their loved ones isn’t important because, after all, they are not billable.” According to my favourite information resource, The Oxford English Reference Dictionary, the definition of apathy is the “Lack of interest or feelings of indifference.” Lack of Interest or Feelings of Indifference I won’t bore you with more description details. In its simplicity the definition says it all. Guess what? There is no Latin word for apathy. In my Cassell’s Latin Dictionary there is no word for apathy. All that is written is apathetic (English) as in adjective. Fascinating. The basis of all English, Latin has no description for apathy. This says a…

  • Stacy at the podium giving a talk.
    Courage,  Grief,  Helping Children

    DON’T YOU GET USED TO IT

    It is 7:35 p.m. on Tuesday, April 9. Every year, Victims Services of Montgomery County hold a memorial service and vigil for families and friends of homicides. I am honoured to be asked to present the Spiritual Invocation. This is my twenty third year attending. Watching those in anguish is heartbreaking. I have friends who have lost their children in this evil way and some have told me of the incredibly ignorant questions and comments they had to endure. Yes, I am sure it is done with every good intention. It is important to think before speaking. The poem I like by Angela Miller goes as follows:                             MY CHILD…

  • Children looking over a fence.
    Grief,  Helping Children,  Life transitions

    I’ll Take That One

    It is Memorial Day 2018. I have thanked men and women, alive or dead for their service. Thank you again. I woke up this morning with tears streaming down my face. They turned to sobs, heartrending sobs. It went on for quite a while, until I could hardly breathe. Bear in mind, I rarely cry. I realised I must have had some silent nightmare, bright and piercing in its intensity, but that one doesn’t remember. Other than John having died June 5th, 2015, so that date was looming, I knew it wasn’t that. It was gnawing at me and the physical pain was intense. The ER? No, this was strictly…

  • Cemetary with white markers
    Gratitude,  Grief

    Another Spiritual Awakening?

    Remember when I told you I have a grasshopper brain? This is proof. I am all over the place as that is how the past week had morphed! Currently I am so hyped, I just couldn’t go to sleep. I went to bed at a reasonable time, took some sleep aid (natural stuff) just in case, hugged my lamb pillow (what’s your point?), and because my cats are in a snotty, snobby mood and my bed isn’t good enough for them, I need something to hug. However, Lambie just wasn’t doing it. I lay beside her for an hour and then realized I just had to get up and write.…

  • Path in the woods
    Gratitude,  Grief,  Life transitions

    The Journey

    I went to England last year and this year – not for the holidays, but to see where I belonged. I haven’t been sure about it for a very long time. I am having lunch with my friend Ruthie today. She is a diner chick like me. I have written about her before. She is a bereaved mother without a filter which I love, and she knew my late husband, John, before I did. So, it’s lovely to be with someone who not only is comfortable with me talking about John, but who talks about him more than I do. I know she will want to know all about my…

  • cup of tea and spices
    Grief,  Healing Lessons

    HO HO HO!

    I AM WRITING THIS ON BLACK FRIDAY.  Hah! Here they come again – the holidays. I wonder how many people remember the actual meaning of the word – HOLY DAYS. No, I am not going to push religion – just sayin’. Recently I was asked to write an article for my cousin’s newsletter. It is for MS patients, families, and friends in the United Kingdom.  I’ve written them for years and they are called, “Letter from America.” This time she asked me to write about holidays in this country. What a surprise. When I started to research I was astonished at just how many holidays we have over here. Hundreds.…