saying-goodbye
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The Table
In the heart of my home stands “The Table,” a treasure passed down from my mother’s hands,Crafted by Amish artisans, all oak and grand,Its beauty and durability a testament to time,A symbol of love and memories, precious and prime. Through the years, this table witnessed our tears and our joys,A…
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Memories
Memories are the threads that bind us to the past, weaving a tapestry of love and connection that transcends time. Every weekend spent with my mom holds a treasure trove of moments that I cling to dearly. From cheering on our girls at basketball games to the wild dance parties…
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Echoes of Love: Navigating Grief and Family Turmoil
Grief has a way of revealing the hidden fractures in relationships, turning strong bonds fragile and brittle. My sister and I, once united in the aftermath of our mother’s passing, found ourselves at odds over the estate settlement. The tipping point was the decision to hire a lawyer for the…
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Pictures
I used to hate pictures. I hated the way I looked. I hated the way my fat roll stuck out just a little too much or the way my teeth looked a little crooked. I hated how pale I looked or the way my hair was. It doesn’t matter. For…
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Grief – She Should Be Here
Today was rough. Today was my youngest daughter, Adira’s, first soccer game since my mom passed. I couldn’t help but feel like someone was missing at the game. She should be here. She should have been here to see her play her little heart out. She should be here to…
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Grief – Anger
Grief is so weird. It has been 23 days since my mom passed. Most days I am ok, I find things to keep my mind busy. It’s those moments when I would typically call my mom that get me. I reach for my phone, dial her number, and then realize…
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I Am My Mother’s Daughter
In the heart of my mother’s embrace,I found strength, courage, and grace.Lessons woven into the fabric of my being,Guiding me through the trials I am seeing. A warrior’s spirit, fierce and bold,In her teachings, I find my stronghold.Through adversity, she stood tall,Her resilience, a beacon for all. Kindness and gentleness,…
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Grief’s Bubble
In the shadow of grief, a dark bubble forms,Encasing the heart in a tempest that storms.While the world spins on, life’s symphony plays,In this bubble of sorrow, time stays. The laughter of others, a distant sound,In this bubble of grief, silence surrounds.As days turn to nights, and seasons change,The bubble…
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Eulogy for My Mother
Good evening, family and friends. Today, we gather to celebrate the life and legacy of a remarkable woman, our beloved mother Jane Alderink. As I stand before you, my heart is heavy with sorrow, yet filled with gratitude for the privilege of calling her my mother. Our mother was a…