Thoughts from a funeral

I am fascinated by my ever-changing relationship with death. It is not something that greatly influenced my life prior to my mother’s death nearly ten months ago, but it has been evolving into a more ingrained aspect of my consciousness, and quite simply an increasingly solid concept. I know now, in a way I never fully wanted or needed to accept before, that any one of the people that I love may irreversibly disappear without warning. I don’t fear death, although I worry about the consequences of my own death on those I love. I seldom bring myself to imagine how their loss would change me, and my life’s journey, but the unimagined become nightmares and phantoms…

Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye

Tonight, my little baby boy (who is actually a rambunctious toddler, but still my baby!) Rhys is struggling to go to sleep. He is engaged in the extremely challenging task of pushing a rather large molar through his tender little gums.