‘Loss’ Posts
You would think that my coping skills would be better…
You would think that after 13 years, my coping skills would be better. And yet, here I am once again, just a few days shy of January 20th, the anniversary of our firstborn’s passing, quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) struggling to maintain the remaining shreds of my [Read More]
On Fulfilling a Tragic Birthday Wish
For me, one of the most remarkable aspects of Facebook is that it provides so many of us with an opportunity to come full circle; to reach beyond the relatively shallow aspects of our former, younger selves and build on the positive aspects of the relationships of our [Read More]
Phoenix Rising
With blackened wings, she takes flight Fleeing through a starless night Scattered ashes fleck the sky She is phoenix rising And in her darkness, she cries For stars burned out before their time Never had the chance to shine She is phoenix rising She knows the road to hell [Read More]
If only…
I wish I had more time to tell you All the words I want to say About everything and nothing And how you make my days I wish I had more time to show you Just how much I care For even when we disagree It helps to know you’re there I wish I had [Read More]
On Hearts and Little Boys
It’s hard to believe that July 8th marks 13 years since our first son was born. As I try not to think about the Bar Mitzvah we aren’t planning, my mind turns to my handsome seven-year-old. On a hot summer day two years ago (after giving it a great deal of [Read More]
On the death of a terrorist
The time difference between Israel and the East Coast of the United States is seven hours, which means that I woke up yesterday morning to learn that Osama Bin Laden had been killed by US forces at some point during the night. This being the age of new media, it’s [Read More]
Life is a Series of Choices
It was the hardest telephone call I’d ever had to make. “He’s gone,” I said quietly. “It’s over.” I could hear my father’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a choked sob. From my mother I heard nothing. Sitting on the narrow bed in our spartan hospital [Read More]
I shall not weep
When day is done I shall not weep I’ll close my eyes And try to sleep Try not to think Of days long gone Try not to think Of special songs Try not to think Of games we played Try not to think Or be afraid To live my life Without you here To wait [Read More]
Memories of Grandma…
While rifling through some drawers in our guest room, I found the printout of what I wrote nearly 17 years ago, after receiving the news that my grandmother had passed away. I didn’t fly to the US for the funeral, and instead, wrote the essay below to be read aloud [Read More]
The boy who would be twelve
The boy who would be twelve today – he’s lost inside my dreams He weaves his way around my thoughts on unrelated themes He hides among the shadows – they dance around my mind Slipping in and out, simply to remind… The boy who would be twelve today – he lives [Read More]
