Naomi Cole of Wayne, Mich., can still close her eyes and hear her mother’s reaction the moment her parents were notified that her brother had been killed. He was the same brother who returned after being …

How many of us have watched the news, listened to the terrible details of a homicide and thought to ourselves “that poor family”? I would venture to say most of us have had that thought. …

The dogs were barking strangely one early morning in July of 1970; I was 15 years old. I knew someone had probably driven up our driveway and was taking their time to come to the …

I see my mother everywhere. Though I never looked like her, I can now see a physical resemblance and so many of my qualities remind me of her. Not so for my dad. Everyone said …

On Friday, November 5, 1999, as the sun rose over the ocean at St. Simons Island, Georgia, my mother, LuReese Watson Robertson, quietly yielded her spirit to God’s eternal care.  The week before had been …

On the first anniversary of our daughter’s death, my husband and I held a graveside service in her memory. It was a brief service because the February temperature hovered around zero and the wind chill …

My son recently asked me the question I have been WAITING for one of my children to ask for years.
“Mom…how come you get a Mother’s Day and we don’t get a day?”
Haven’t you been waiting …

While sorting through boxes and bags, it is not unusual for me to find something unexpected. It happened just the other day. Shifting through a box, I came across a wrinkled, somewhat yellowed piece of …

Ever since my daughter died from the injuries she received in a car crash in 2007, I’ve become more aware of the sacred moments in my life.  Before she died I thought I was aware …

Recently, I started dating. This major event in my life has brought up questions about my mother and father. What would they think of this man? Would my father be protective?  Would my mother tell me …

On my journey through grief, after losing my 16-year-old son in an auto accident, I have come to fully understand one fact: the waves of hopelessness and despair are never too far away. The waves …

My mother, Sadie B. Roberts, died on March 11, 1994 at the age of 77, due to complications arising from a massive bacterial infection. She died less than 24 hours after being admitted to the …

January 22, 1979 – October 1, 2000.  As bereaved parents we look at those dates often because they represent our child.  Thinking about this Mother’s Day, I recognize how the meaning of those dates has changed …

When I was born
God gave me
The greatest gift of all
He gave me – my mother.
My mother’s love was
Unconditional.
Her love was
Sacrificial, but infinite.
Everyday I’m grateful
To my Lord
For his precious gift
A mother’s love.
Through her I learned
Faith, Hope …

Mother’s Day had been one of the most dreaded days of my life for a long time – until I learned that guilt can be overcome and forgiveness can take place after the death of …

I’ve always been adept at “compartmentalization” or, as it’s less euphemistically known, DENIAL.
I’ve read some wonderful books about the grieving process and its non-linear stages, most notably Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler’s On Grief and Grieving.  …