LIFE REVISED – BLOG
Join me on my journey exploring life & death and grief & post-traumatic growth.
DIY Celebration of Life
If you could plan your own celebration of life party, where would it take place and what would be the theme? Good question. Celebrations of life can be as unique as every individual. We all have a story, a legacy, a life worth celebrating. Why not gift your loved ones...
when I die…
when I die… Hopefully, it will not come anytime soon. I plan to see 100 years and beyond. But plans sometimes change. We’re not in control. when I die… Grieve. Take as long as you need to process the fact that I am no longer here. I will, however, always be close. I...
Talking to the Dead
I admittedly do so, and quite often. Not in a medium or clairvoyant way, but more in a personal, one-sided conversational way. Mostly to my late husband, Joe. Sometimes my mother, brother or grandparents. Something reminds me of them, and so I talk. Aloud. I ask...
One Small Action
Talking about death and the planning involved is tough. Where do you even begin? How about right here, right now by taking just one small step to being prepared and taking action.
The Importance of Game Playing
I’ve always been a huge fan of games. I have fond childhood memories of a game closet filled with options and the endless hours spent playing pinball with my brother, card games with my parents and Mahjong with my grandmother. This past holiday break, I stirred up...
Why I Created The Death Deck
Two months before my husband died, I found myself in the very uncomfortable position of asking some extremely difficult questions. To better explain, here’s an excerpt from my upcoming memoir, Clouds Far Behind Me: Joe had held tightly to his hope and...
Red Velvet Anniversary
Amongst the many dates boldly marked on my calendar for remembering and celebrating, one stands alone in sharp contrast to the others: The anniversary of Joe’s passing. Anyone suffering a great loss knows all too well how permanently altered their lives became on...
Holiday Gift
I give myself the same gift every year. Permission. Permission to be authentic with my grief. Permission to lean into the darkness while acknowledging it’s “OK to not be OK” for a while. Permission to play my grief card and say “no” to any invitation or skip any...
Values Off The Menu
It was late. We were hungry. A holiday week of many-a-meals eaten at odd hours had thrown our metabolisms into a funk and appetites onto a schedule of their own. Driving home hours after consuming yet another large 4 pm afternoon meal, I gave in to the hunger cries...