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Tag Archives: Death
Ari and Dead People
Ari has now been church enough to hear about the resurrection, but most of his questions come from visits to his Dad’s grave. Near Peter’s grave are the graves of my brother, Stanley, and my mother and father. Our hunt … Continue reading
Can We Dig Him Up?
Ari asked this as we stood at the edge of his Daddy’s grave. Peter’s gravestone had not yet been placed, but I knew he had been buried right next to my brother, Stanley. This was the second time Ari had … Continue reading
Gone, Forgotten, and Remembered
One of the platitudes slung about at funerals is that the dead person will live on in our memories. It is mostly, or eventually, a lie. The people with the memories will soon die too. Of course, there may be … Continue reading
I Don’t Know What to Do
“Where’s doggy?” Ari asked again with the persistence of a three-year old. He had gone with us to the vet when we took Mira to be euthanized. Too filled with my own grief and choking on my tears, I had … Continue reading
Forever Swallows Every Never
Maybe no word has more power to crush us than “never”. It can slide into our lives at almost any age. The hearts of parents break when they watch kids realize they will never be a great athlete—never play for … Continue reading
For Crying Out Loud
Just as weddings aren’t about what grooms want, funerals, I suppose, aren’t about what the dead want. Okay, that could be a bad comparison. I get that my funeral isn’t really for me. Nonetheless, here’s what I don’t want: a … Continue reading