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I attended the funeral services for a friend's husband today.  This poem was read and I thought it was beautiful All Is Well Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always use Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household world that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace o

Yesterday a child in our extended community passed away.  This amazing boy has the same primary medical diagnosis as my eldest son.   http://mkweindorf.blogspot.com/   I am infused with grief and re-connected to those years of overt vulnerability.   In my moments of ovewhelming emotion, I fall back to the words below from Kahil Gibran's "The Prophet". I have found that in my life not only does the deepening of the vessel for grief deepen the vessel for joy - but the deepening of the vessel for joy also deepens my vessel for grief. They are two expressions of the same grace, gift and joy. Let me always be grateful and embrace all I have been

Change is in the air.  We have had guests from all over for three weeks - seven at one time for eleven days.  They hailed from Minnesota, Pennsylvania, England and Duarte - they are magnificnet, and they also share our eldest son's medical diagnosis. We have adjusted to Violet's passing.  This is the second time I have ever been without a dog.  Seven years ago we adopted two senior golden retrievers, Hugo and Violet.  Hugo passed away after two years, and Violet was lost without him for a year. Violet still had a bit of energy her first two years with us - she chewed to pieces many "indestructible" dog toys and would drag Hugo around the yar