Where Is The Angel? By Mary Jane Hurley Brant Where is the Angel? I’ve searched everywhere for her. She has gone. For how long will she be gone? Forever. Forever? Yes, forever. And, also, that best part of her and him. Who is he? The angel’s father, who was her hero. Oh. And what about
Grief Sounds by Mary Jane Hurley Brant My grief’s a whirling ceiling fan It whips me about again and again. chop chop whoosh whoosh My soul a tortured tear-stained book. This splintered old boat on an angry sea It rocks; it shouts you’ll never sink me. slosh slosh splash splash My soul a prayerful history.
When you lose someone you love and are grieving Thanksgiving Day feels burdensome and painful. When a brain tumor took away our precious Katie’s life I dreaded that holiday. For seven years we served no rutabagas because they were Katie’s favorite vegetable. The thought of their seasonal aroma wafting through our home without her in