Category: Grief

A tribute to our son who died too young

Lucas James Taylor 1981-1997   Ron and I are panning a memory trip to RSD (Rochester School for the Deaf) to view the tree they planted when we were invited to the memorial service they did for our son Lucas after he had tragically been…

Death and Grace

Lament Psalm Seven O God, you’ve allowed death to take him away, leaving me alone in the chill dawn of unfinished love. What could you have been thinking? Ungiven gifts pile about me. Unsung songs remain trapped in my throat. Unsaid words lie rotting…

Grief: God gets it

“For we walk by faith, not by sight.”  2 Corinthians 5:7 While ministering in NC, I was out walking, viewing the varying plant life, in their dormant state of being; trees with no leaves, bushes bearing no flowers, grasses dulled. It was many years…

Life in the aftermath of losing my son

It is our son’s birthday today. Lucas would have been 37.  All of what he could have accomplished was taken from him when he was killed by a drunk driver. All the dreams, goals and aspirations of a young boy were buried with him…

The day my son was buried

  The sun paled.   I followed your casket to your final resting place.   My heart drained, my breath squeezed, appalled with numbness.   I walked heavily, dazed, behind you, reserved.   In a flash, you were gone. In a flash, my ears,…

Pained Sorrow in Loss

Grief, a tearing phenomenon tugs at my heart when I am not thinking of the deceased.   Even to say that word – deceased – conjures up all kinds of images.   The remembering of the person brings about different perceptions, ones savored in…

Grief Remembered

  Grief, a tearing phenomenon tugs at my heart when I am not thinking of the deceased. Even to say that word – deceased – conjures up all kinds of images. The remembering of the person brings about different perceptions, ones savored in a…

Warmth of long ago…

I curl inside the cacooning womb of long ago, where I can hear the heart beat throbbing, of bloods pulsing strain, in veins I know so near – I lie comforted in red warm pockets that gently rock unformed desires in caressing fluids of…

You are gone now……

Is it true?   You are gone as summer turns Frigid and the leaves Drop one by one As I miss your Face as if I Was in a race for time.   But you go on as if the weather Does not wither…

Last bike ride – A Father’s Grief

To: the Murderer You never had to stand There and watch Your own eldest Boy Shut the dead eyes And MOUTH Of his own Only Other Brother. You didn’t Have to see Him Stretch over Across The chest Of your dead son Wishing it…

Barren Seasons in our Faith

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1) “But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of…

The death of my son threw me into Grief….

The deepest, darkest, day of my life was those moments I lost my son at age 16, those many years ago. I experienced such a depth of sorrow that felt unimaginable and this near loss so deep, my pain sorrow was inconsolable by anyone,…

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