Dozer’s favorite seat–hubby’s lap When someone we love dies, it’s probably the hardest thing we ever have to deal with. And yet the transition is inevitable. And since everyone we know is going to leave sooner or later, and a good percentage of them will go before we take that journey ourselves, it’s a really good idea to get a solid grasp on what this transition is, what it means, where they’ve “gone,” and how we can still interact with them. The big mistake we make is avoid

Dozer’s favorite seat–hubby’s lap When someone we love dies, it’s probably the hardest thing we ever have to deal with. And yet the transition is inevitable. And since everyone we know is going to leave sooner or later, and a good percentage of them will go before we take that journey ourselves, it’s a really good idea to get a solid grasp on what this transition is, what it means, where they’ve “gone,” and how we can still interact with them. The big mistake we make is avoid

Dozer’s favorite seat–hubby’s lap When someone we love dies, it’s probably the hardest thing we ever have to deal with. And yet the transition is inevitable. And since everyone we know is going to leave sooner or later, and a good percentage of them will go before we take that journey ourselves, it’s a really good idea to get a solid grasp on what this transition is, what it means, where they’ve “gone,” and how we can still interact with them. The big mistake we make is avoid

So we’re having a difficult time here, adjusting to her not being physical anymore. However, she woke me up the next morning, just like she always has done, by standing by the bed staring at me. It felt exactly the same as it always has felt to me. It’s been our thing, the way she can wake me up without a touch or a sound, just by looking at me. And she did it again, only this time, when I opened my eyes, she wasn’t there. Or was she? I think she was. I did a deep meditation

So we’re having a difficult time here, adjusting to her not being physical anymore. However, she woke me up the next morning, just like she always has done, by standing by the bed staring at me. It felt exactly the same as it always has felt to me. It’s been our thing, the way she can wake me up without a touch or a sound, just by looking at me. And she did it again, only this time, when I opened my eyes, she wasn’t there. Or was she? I think she was. I did a deep meditation

So we’re having a difficult time here, adjusting to her not being physical anymore. However, she woke me up the next morning, just like she always has done, by standing by the bed staring at me. It felt exactly the same as it always has felt to me. It’s been our thing, the way she can wake me up without a touch or a sound, just by looking at me. And she did it again, only this time, when I opened my eyes, she wasn’t there. Or was she? I think she was. I did a deep meditation

The Reason for the Season It’s almost Halloween, and we’re all decorating with spooks and pumpkins, orange lights and gold and yellow garlands. We’re picking out costumes for our kids or ourselves, and indulging in candy corn, not because we like the taste, but because that’s what you do at this time of year. But for me, there’s so much more to the season of the final harvest. It’s truly all about that horror we think of as death and what lies beyond it. Last week I took fi

The Reason for the Season It’s almost Halloween, and we’re all decorating with spooks and pumpkins, orange lights and gold and yellow garlands. We’re picking out costumes for our kids or ourselves, and indulging in candy corn, not because we like the taste, but because that’s what you do at this time of year. But for me, there’s so much more to the season of the final harvest. It’s truly all about that horror we think of as death and what lies beyond it. Last week I took fi

The Reason for the Season It’s almost Halloween, and we’re all decorating with spooks and pumpkins, orange lights and gold and yellow garlands. We’re picking out costumes for our kids or ourselves, and indulging in candy corn, not because we like the taste, but because that’s what you do at this time of year. But for me, there’s so much more to the season of the final harvest. It’s truly all about that horror we think of as death and what lies beyond it. Last week I took fi