Sufi philosophy suggests that death is akin to a reconnection—a joyous reunion for those who lived their lives in unity and love. This imagery resonates deeply as I think of my precious child, who embodied pure love and exuberance.
Category Archives: Grief
The Impact of Generosity: Honoring My Son’s Legacy
Feeling grateful today as I reflect on the impact of philanthropy and the importance of gratitude in our journeys. Last week, I found out about the incredible $10,000 donation from the Herbert T. & Marian S. Weston Foundation to my Angelchild’s Memorial Scholarship Fund. As I approach my child’s Angel Date, I am honored toContinue reading “The Impact of Generosity: Honoring My Son’s Legacy”
Finding Light in Costa Rica: A Mom’s Journey on the Anniversary of her childloss
August 3rd marks a bittersweet milestone—it’s the fifth anniversary of my precious son’s ascension to Heaven. As I sit here reflecting on the past, I feel an overwhelming mix of love and sorrow. The day still feels heavy, and the pain doesn’t ease with time.
RED MAPLE TRUNK JUNCTION! Birds of my parents’ yard!
Today, I witnessed a beautiful congregation of birds at the base of the Red Maple Tree. It was heartwarming to see the camaraderie among them, from the striking Common Grackles to the cheerful Tufted Titmice and spirited Carolina Chickadees. The Mournful Doves cooed softly,
The Making of My Book: A Tribute to Life and Loss
Finishing my trade book took me back to the final months of my AngelChild’s time on Earth.Going through all those interviews with Great Dismal Swamp descendants, re-interpreting meaning, reliving the pandemic before the vaccine and confronting my evolving acceptance of life and loss was in itself a trial. Despite the struggle, I finished and IContinue reading “The Making of My Book: A Tribute to Life and Loss”
Reflecting on ‘Birdland’: A Childhood Jazz Memory
I remember the very first time I heard the song “Birdland”. I was in sixth grade at I. Ellis Johnson Magnet School in Laurinburg, N.C. I was one of 3 students in A.G. We were annexed on the school’s west wing so that the bussed in affluent children would not interface with the non-A.G. horde but in two instances: Physical education, cafeteria, and special events.
ON THE 4TH ANNIVERSARY OF MY SON’S PASSING
The griever’s year aligns with sacramental time, ritualized through memory, legacy, struggle, pain, mourning, and an intense abiding love that penetrates the realms.
Bird Lady of Turtle Island 