Your Mother Is Always With You My Grandson and Me Your mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk...

My father is no longer in my life to wish a Happy Father's day.  He died at the age of 90 after living a very fulfilling life. I th...

I look back upon other deaths in my life and see them differently. My father didn't want any fuss to be made, no viewing, no ceremony. H...

Put your arms about your Beloved and swing into a slow dance. Rainbow I walk to see the darkness I walk to see the sun I journey throu...

An open letter to my "Heart Children" Dear Ones, I've adopted you over the years as my special Heart Child. (or maybe y...

We live in a society that fears death, and we're raised up to believe death is undesirable... "bad". Imagine what it w...

He's my Daddy He comes home from work wearing his grey striped overalls covered with Vanadium dust. I think he is the Preside...

Rest In Peace February 9, 1920 - December 14, 2006 Genevieve Evelyn Borden Deane, age 86, died at her daughter's home in Cedar ...

Sitting there reading I feel her eyes staring at me.  Did she bore a hole into my brain the last ten minutes to impress my mind to think o...

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Whatever happened to Christmas? It's gone and left no traces, Whatever happened to the faces or the glow. Whatever happened to Christ...

May your season be bright with laughter and light and w hatever makes you feel all warm and fuzzy Love, Elizabeth Munroz

It's very difficult to untangle the roots of two trees that have grown too tightly together. The roots, clingy and knotted, are torn. T...

 I look at the mess outside my back door the birds have made of the sunflower seed shells.  I'm responsible for some of that mess. I...

Keli Clementine Beloved Friend August 27 1989 to March 18 2009

Deep within lies a slimy, pathetic Monster writhing in pain. We all know him. His own worst enemy, is he, only conscious of misery. He cann...

were you but a memory to me you would fade away to dust but diamonds never fade ~~~~~~~~ In memory of those I love who succumbed to ...

. Dad's habit patting his bald head Mom rubbing her sore leg How straight is his profile from nose to chin... that "stif...

Many times  I've looked across  the crowd you were there, eyes anticipating, smiling. I want to be held supported by you, caressed, k...

Rain arrives with gifts for tree. Clear moist spheres embrace branches, cling to buds, then fall away with farewell kisses. Rain lov...