Measures of Love: Feeling Grateful for Supportive Friends

“Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the kneeds and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.” – Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking This definition of grief from the first chapter of Joan Didion’s

Grief and a Eulogy

I’ll be honest: I am sort of limping along right now. The only thing I really want to do is grieve.  Full-time.  I would like to be a full-time griever.  In a perfect world, these would be the only things on my to-do list – and even these would be completely optional – for as

A Love Story: A 49-Year Marriage Comes to An End

Last Wednesday night at about 6:15 pm, my mom’s heart finally gave up a long, hard fight and she died. The day began dramatically, my mom waking my dad up at 5 am, in the grips of a heart attack.  My dad rushed her to the Emergency Room in Flagstaff, Arizona where she quickly received

Where Are Your Roots (…and Things To Do in Portland, Oregon)

I grew up in a family with shallow roots. That’s not meant to be an insult – I’m merely stating a fact. Like many other adults I know, my parents chose not to raise my brother and me in the same community as either of their respective families. Instead, we spent our childhoods several states

A Living Funeral

This past June, on National Cancer Survivors Day (coincidentally), my friend John had a party to celebrate his victory over nasopharyngeal cancer. More than 100 guests from different chapters of John’s life were in attendance. We celebrated John, his impact on our lives and how valuable he is to our community and his own family. There