D-A-B-D-A

Back in the early 1990’s, I attended UND for nursing. I remember learning about the different stages of grief.  My nursing classmates and I used the acronym- DABDA (Denial- Anger- Bargaining- Depression- Acceptance). Grief has many emotions and faces. I share with our children these different stages. A person can bounce between the stages- they…

The hidden present

As I sit here and write, I hear boys, Jacob and friends, downstairs laughing and sharing stories. My middle daughter, Samantha is in the TV room watching a movie with her two good friends. Sydney Ann, our oldest is at her college home. I sit in the piano room looking out the window. I feel soo alone….

The Last Gift

The past few days have been extremely difficult. I find myself talking to Travis. I kiss his urn every morning and throughout the day. I hold the urn and weep and share my thoughts and ask him questions. One would think Im going nuts- holding my dead husbands urn. The silver lined urn is slowly…