Carrying Grief
The Altar for St. Ann - St. Audoen's Church, Dublin, Ireland - (c) 2014 LMN This past year, I suddenly realized that there wasn't a month that goes by that I don't remember someone in my family who has died. Some months there are multiple anniversaries to remember. For example, my baby brother, Matt died 9 years and 364 days after my mother. This month, I observed 10 years without Momma being physically present and one year without Matt. Needless to say, my heart is heavy. Carrying grief is a balancing act. Some of us are able to walk the line without a wobble, others can hardly move, and still others fall into the pits of despair without knowledge of a safety net to catch them. Thing is, any of us can be at any point on this tightrope at any time. When I began this blog post, I was betwixt and between as to whether to post it here or in my writer's blog, Words from the Heart . The purpose of both is to help bring healing, nurturing, and compassion...