Springtime is a Tough Time

Springtime is a Tough Time

Springtime is a Tough TimeSpringtime has become another painful season since losing Mark. Some of this for me might be that spring signified baseball season and the sport was part of the bond we shared as father and son. Then, there’s Mother’s Day and...
Working Through the Process

Working Through the Process

Grief is referred to as “a process.” The idea of grief proceeding neatly through “five stages” initiated with Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. Fifty years ago, she made a noble attempt to detail a progression of emotional states experienced by terminally ill patients after...
The Arrival of Spring

The Arrival of Spring

If you live in a four-season environment, the end of winter and the arrival of the first few warm days of spring is an anticipated ritual. This year, ice, snow, and cold hung on for a bit longer than many of us liked. But since we don’t have direct control over the...
The Holiday Blues

The Holiday Blues

Mark was a Christmas baby. Well, he came the week before Santa, on December 19. Mary and I were living in Northwest Indiana in 1983 when he was born. He was the bright spot in a bleak winter for his young parents, living 1,000 miles from family. On a life scale of...
Summer Without Mark

Summer Without Mark

I think most of us who live in a four-season setting treasure the summer months. Perhaps summer’s special place hearkens back to our formative years when the season meant no school. It’s certainly a time for outdoor activities and enjoying the natural world, all...