Tag: Books

  • Can You Dream Again?

    Can You Dream Again?

    After Richard’s death Paula Fangman from our church gave us a copy of Healing After Loss – Daily Meditations for Working Through Grief by Martha Whitmore Hickman. Paula found this book helpful after her husband passed away.

    It contains some inspiring quotes and a short reading for each day of the year.

    The entry for October 23 caught my attention. I hope they don’t mind if I steal it here:

    “Why not” is a slogan for an interesting life. – Mason Cooley

    At first our energy is absorbed in doing the necessary things — making arrangements, speaking with those who come to console us. After the immediate hubbub is over, we are probably exhausted. Then, when some strength to do “optional things” begins to come back, we probably return to our conventional patterns and activites, glad for the security of “the usual.”

    But our life has changed now, with the event of this loss. Perhaps it is time to take the energy we poured into that relationship (and often there was a lot of physical care) and turn to some new thing. Think of it. Let your imagination wander; poke around in the attic of your mind, where you’ve stashed away some dreams. What New Thing might you want to try?

    Do you dare? Why not? Think of your loved one as blessing your effort, smiling through the veil that separates life from death, cheering you on — “Go ahead. Give it a try. I dare you. You know I’d love to have you succeed. And you may. This is the time!”

    I will appropriate my loved one’s courage, and blessing, and dare a New Thing.

    Since Richard’s death I’ve felt a great sense of being lost. Not knowing what my life is about anymore.

    Maybe finding something new would be a step out of that lost feeling.

    I’ve spent more than 30 years working in manufacturing. I think that’s about long enough. So for me, the “New Thing” will be a business of my own. I’ve studied marketing and using the Internet for business for a long time. I’ve helped some local business people take their business online. But mostly I’ve just dreamed about it. Maybe it’s time to do it for real.

    Being a scatter brain by nature and having the 24 hour Richard channel playing in my head all the time, I find it hard to concentrate. So it will be a struggle.

    Maybe you don’t want to start a business.

    Perhaps you’d like to learn a new language. Or take up photography. Or learn to play a musical instrument. Perhaps paint some pictures or write that book.

    What ever your “New Thing” is, maybe after the pain becomes less intense, you will  go for it.

    It can’t hurt.

  • Happiness by the Books

    Happiness by the Books

    As grieving parents we tend to notice – even concentrate – on one thing ; our grief.

    That’s something we can’t avoid for a long time after our child has passed away. It just keeps jumping up and smacking us in the face.

    But at some point we all need to find a way out of that hole. We need to seek happiness.

    I’ll be the first to admit I have no idea what that looks like now. I know it will take a completely different form than we’ve known in the past. I’m not sure how to get there from here.

    On her Abundance Blog, Marelisa Fábrega has posted a list of books about happiness.  27 books in fact.

    Maybe this list will provide a place to begin the search for our new happiness.

  • Quit Kissing My Ashes Review

    Quit Kissing My Ashes Review

    "Quit Kissing My Ashes" book coverI don’t remember how I stumbled onto this book. I guess I was looking for some hints on dealing with grief.

    Certainly the thought that our son isn’t really dead is a nice one. That our physical death is just the transformation into another phase of our life.

    Stop Kissing My Ashes – A Mother’s Journey Through Grief is Judy Collier’s story of finding her son Kyle’s new spiritual existence.

    I’ll admit in the past I thought the idea of people communicating with the dead was, well…. nuts. I find having a dead son has caused me to be more open minded. Anyway, I bought the book.

    Right off the bat she got my attention when she said,

    “on a soul level I knew Kyle would not be with us for very long.”

    On the night we found out about Richard’s death, Debbie and I sat together and went through pictures. While talking, we both admitted we had always felt Richard would leave us early. Neither of us had ever admitted this out loud, but we both had felt it for most of his life. I always hoped I was just being a paranoid parent.

    Mrs Collier used psychic mediums to communicate with her son.

    My skeptic hairs started standing up on the back of my neck.  Psychics?

    Because her son was always fond of animals, Mrs. Collier was told to look for signs from her son to come from animals.

    So it seems like every time she saw an animal outside, it was a sign from Kyle.

    I fully understand, and share, the need we parents have to find out about the souls of our parted children. But every animal that shows up in the backyard can’t be a sign from the dead. Can it?

    I was telling Debbie about this one night. How it seemed that every bug and critter the author saw was a sign for the author.

    There was a moth flying around the ceiling. Circling the light fixture, like moths do.

    I asked Debbie, “Do you think that moth is a sign from Richard?”

    “No,” was her reply.

    Just then the moth flew down and landed on Debbie’s shoulder. It walked up to her shoulder and almost looked like it was trying to kiss her on the neck. It then flew down and landed on her finger. It walked around a bit then turned to face her and just sat there looking up at her. It stayed there a couple of minutes then flew off.

    A sign from Richard? I don’t think so, but still…..  kind of weird.

    Butterfly are often used as a symbol of the spirit life.

    The other night Debbie was outside fixing a couple of pork chops on the grill.

    She hollered, “Come out here and look at this!”

    Up in a tree in our backyard were butterflies. Hundred of butterflies. Maybe thousands.

    They were covering several branches of the tree. Like orange leaves with spots.

    A sign from Richard? I doubt it, but still we’ve never seen anything like it around here before.

    I told Richard, ” Bugs and critters won’t cut it kid. If you want to get in touch with us, you need to come talk to us in person.”

    Kyle never communicated directly to his parents. Typical young male. But from the stories in the book, it sounds like he talked to just about everyone else he had known in life.

    And then there were the “readings.”

    The author did a lot of these, where her son communicated with her through a medium.

    I’ve never understood the need for a third party. If those in the spirit world want to talk to us, why not do it directly. Why use a middleman?

    I’ve read about the tricks that psychics use. How they or their staff listen for clues. How they ask open ended questions that draw you in and get you to reveal more information. They get you to fill in the blanks but make it look like your lost love one is giving the answers.

    A lot of the things Mrs. Collier tells about could fall into that category.

    But still there are some things that seem to break the mold.

    The title of the book is one such story.

    During a reading she was told, “Kyle says tell mom to quit kissing my ashes. I’m not in there.”

    Her son’s ashes were in an urn kept on the mantle. Every night she would kiss the urn to tell Kyle goodnight.

    Can’t think of a way anyone would know that if she didn’t tell them.

    She tells many very compelling stories.

    Like probably all parents that have lost a child, I want to believe the stories are true.

    It is sincerely written, and yes, convincing.

    My mind is still open to the possibilities.

    But Richard, if you’re reading this, no mediums allowed. Come talk to me.

    Quit Kissing My Ashes: A Mother’s Journey Through Grief