WASN’T IT JUST YESTERDAY? by Peggy Amler in memory of David H Amler Wasn’t it just yesterday that we had our first date? Wasn’t it just yesterday that we had our second date and knew that we were meant to be together forever? Wasn’t it just yesterday that we married, and never stopped holding hands as
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
For My Dad It’s been 10 years, where has the time gone? This is so wrong You should’ve been here to see us grow and live Be part of family events that you used to love to attend and to give Making it clear that you were there No matter if other’s liked what you
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.
Love, Loss and What Comes Next “Table for Three” By Philip Galanes, May 13, 2017 The New York Times “When I meet a woman wearing a ring on a chain around her neck, I know immediately: member of the club,” Sheryl Sandberg said. “I never noticed before.” That club in question would be the unenviable