They’re Shooting at Our Regiment Now

7 Comments »

They’re shooting at our regiment now.” I read the quote above and put down the New York Times, the gallows humor too profound to ignore. The article by Mark Epstein was quoting a friend whose contemporaries were dying. Mine are, too. At an alarming rate. My Christmas card list this year showed a disturbing number

...continue reading
Posted on July 11th 2014 in Death, Life, Politics

Timing is Everything

12 Comments »

Do the people you love own certain times of your day – stalwart custodians of some magical clock? I never meet a day or a coffee pot without remembering the sound of my father’s voice in the early morning.  I see him standing by the coffee pot, his greeting optimistic as dawn, cup in hand

...continue reading
Posted on April 12th 2014 in Death, Life

The Family Plot

10 Comments »

It occurred to me today, as I found myself standing in the middle of the family plot talking to the people I love who are no longer with me except in spirit and memory, that anyone not Irish might  consider it odd to find comfort in a cemetery.  Yet, I always do. I’d gone there

...continue reading
Posted on January 12th 2013 in Death, Family, Life, Sorrow

What Do You Love?

No Comments »

“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die.  Or when.  You can decide how you’re going to live now.” —Joan Baez, Folksinger When my daughter died at thirty-five, in the midst of my grief, I had an irrational recurrent guilt that I hadn’t bought her more hot fudge sundaes.  She loved them so,

...continue reading
Posted on April 15th 2011 in Death, Family, Happiness, Loving Life

On the Death of a Child

No Comments »

Losing a child is a special kind of grief, irrevocably out of sync with nature.  We’re not supposed to bury our children — the mind and heart rebel and struggle to find a place to contain the unbearable and unthinkable. We give birth to infinite love when we give birth to our children.  Joy, hope,

...continue reading
Posted on April 10th 2011 in Death, Family, Sorrow, Women

The Heart That Once Truly Loves Never Forgets

No Comments »

  When my daughter died, I couldn’t find the strength to say the words aloud.  Passed away, I could manage, as if she still hovered somewhere just outside my reach.  Died was final and irrevocable and I simply could not say the word. The first few weeks after her death were a haze of grief. 

...continue reading
Posted on April 10th 2011 in Death, Faith, Life, Sorrow
Facebook
Facebook
Follow by Email
RSS
Google+
http://www.cathycashspellman.com/category/death
GoodReads