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  • Richard’s Fruit Salad

    Richard’s Fruit Salad

    The holiday season has arrived. And for us that means family gatherings. My siblings, our children and our dogs meet at “The Farm” – my dad’s place. The Farm is 153 acres of rolling hills surrounded by creaks. There are ponds for fishing and plenty of woods to explore. The kind of place you can…

    December 4, 2009
  • Thanksgiving – Our First Big Holiday

    Thanksgiving – Our First Big Holiday

    It’s Thanksgiving Day here in the USA. Time to give thanks to our maker for all the good things he has given us. It has also been six months since Richard died. So you probably think we won’t find anything to be thankful for. After all it’s hard to be thankful for grief, pain and…

    November 26, 2009
  • The Trees Fall

    The Trees Fall

    We’ve had our house for more than 25 years.  There is a huge maple tree beside the house. It’s not in very good shape. We’ve feared it would come crashing down on the house. For most of the 25 years we’ve been here, there’ve been plans to have that tree – and others – cut…

    November 24, 2009
  • Emotional Tug-of-War

    Emotional Tug-of-War

    Last week was a bad week. Maybe it was because the holidays are getting near- Thanksgiving is this week, Christmas just around the corner. Maybe it’s because they’ve been advertising the benefits of generic drugs at work – but they left out the dead kid benefit part of the story. It could also be today…

    November 23, 2009
  • Saying Goodbye a Bit at a Time

    Saying Goodbye a Bit at a Time

    I finally canceled Richard’s cell phone. For nearly six months we’ve been paying for that phone. And it has just sat there on the divider between our kitchen and TV rooms doing nothing. No phone calls. No text messages. Nothing. So why did we waste all that money? Because it’s just hard as hell to…

    November 20, 2009
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