Nine reasons why I still love my son:
1. His magical laugh.
2. The lessons he taught.
3. How he was always in such a hurry.
4. The way he wielded his cane like a weapon. Watch out bananas.
5. All the lives he touched every day.
6. That he made me into a fighter, for real.
7. His legacy, in hummingbirds, [...]
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Posted 30 July 2009
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On this day, I’d like to share what a dear friend said when he spoke at Evan’s funeral. His words remind me of the divinity in all things, and life’s eternal, unchanging nature. I’ve been seeing hummingbirds all week. I think they’d want me to send this message.
If we can have an experience of ourselves [...]
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Posted 24 July 2009
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A friend expressed her condolences about the impending anniversary of Evan’s death by invoking this comforting yiddish word. It’s one to me that embodies sorrow, the way it comes from the back of the mouth to the tongue, and yet also deep feeling, by virtue of that long “r” in its middle. With the yahrzeit, [...]
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Posted 23 July 2009
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In late summer, back in college, I’d find myself riding my bike at night from one friend’s house to another, sometimes a little drunk, celebrating the last days of a summer job, the week or two between the job ending and school beginning again. The night air felt more fall to me, less summery, and [...]
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Posted 20 August 2008
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(This one’s for K., who mentioned in a comment a day or so ago that she misses reading about Evan.)
In the book on grief by my bedside, there is a mention of departed loved ones coming back to us through dreams or visitations, along with the caveat: try not to fret if these visits [...]
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Posted 18 August 2008
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A friend remarked to me yesterday that I had been somewhat silent–on the blog, Twitter and all points in between–and that the silence worried her. It was a day of fragments, snippets. Errands and lunch and a long conversation with another special needs mama friend in her car while the engine ran and the air [...]
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Posted 15 August 2008
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Last night, looking at the sample colors on our walls, I remembered that when a good friend of mine lost her mother last winter, she also painted. There seems to be a common need to be purposeful in the face of grief, the primal understanding that certain things can and should be tended to, things [...]
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Posted 12 August 2008
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