When The Holidays Bring The Memory Of Loss

When The Holidays Bring The Memory Of Loss

December 17th, 2007.  The day my mom died. I can remember where I was standing when my brothers called me. 9:23 am — in my kitchen, in front of the stove. It was odd hearing from Spencer that morning. His halting, but loving voice came over the line....
Remember

Remember

Had breakfast at Waffle House yesterday.  Sat by someone that I didn’t know well.  We were at the counter because it was so crowded.  I knew that her father had passed away about a year ago. maybe two.  I simply said, “I am so sorry about your...