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CRY Written, performed, recorded, produced by Nathan Peterson Editor’s Note: This is the second of three songs we will be publishing by Nathan Peterson. In case you missed the last one, you can access it here: https://blog.aftertalk.com/olivia/ Olivia passed away at 14 months from Trisomy 18, also known as Edwards’ Syndrome. “One night shortly after […]
Continue ReadingOlivia: Grieving for a Child Editor’s Note: this is one of three songs by Nathan Peterson we will be publishing. We believe they are profoundly moving, especially for those who have experienced the loss of a child Nathan and Heather had a baby with Trisomy 18, also called Edwards Syndrome, a chromosomal disorder, which is […]
Continue ReadingIt’s So Hard To Say Glitter N’ Gold is a music group composed of myself and my wife, Miki, plus other side men, when needed. We have been in the business of recording and live production of music for over 30 years in Southeastern Louisiana. Our Song, “It’s So Hard To Say” was inspired by […]
Continue ReadingIn memory of all those who we lost on 9/11 There is a heavy debt of guilt whenever I realize that our new life wouldn’t exist had Arron not died. Through the pain of our grief, we discovered strength we didn’t know we possessed, learned to appreciate the gifts of life and have empathy for […]
Continue ReadingIf Only I thought of you today not fleeting snapshots, but long reflections. Clear pictures in my memory, stored in baggies to keep them safe. Your dwindling voice fades like a sunset, barely there. I thought of you today as I wiped away tears, that come unannounced. The day you disappeared, the day he said […]
Continue ReadingEditor’s Note: this is a poem by Bette Korman, artist, author, poet, museum director, and spiritual entrepreneur. Although it does not directly reference grieving for loved one, it will resonate for widows and widowers of a certain age. “ Old Age”………. patterns that fall apart and can’t be sewn back together because the fabric has […]
Continue ReadingHow Will I Breathe? Where did he go, this brother of mine? Strong with his opinions, his voice, his presence. In his place, a mere shadow, not even a good likeness. And yet, when I look deeply into weary eyes, I see the one who shared my life for all my life. […]
Continue Readingby Chanel Brenner It falls from my binder, cherry crayon streaks ripen in sun, LOVE RILEY— a valentine from my son, three weeks before he died, cutout paper once a tree, before its felling and reduction to pulp. I pick up the heart, hold it like a seed I’ll save to […]
Continue Readingby Chanel Brenner Stretching my legs after a walk down our old street, my dead son’s face came to me, the scar below his left eyebrow, the window of his missing two front teeth so clear, I had to sit for a minute, on someone else’s porch. You’d think we’d […]
Continue Readingby Chanel Brenner Riley is dead, and now, I make eggs for his brother, like I used to do for him. As I boil the water, I remember how Riley loved to shift them in the glass bowl while they cooled, watching light flicker the water, as if he beheld a world, […]
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