When our fourth child was stillborn in early December nearly five years ago, I could not have anticipated how much I would learn from him. But John Blaise has indeed taught me. And probably one of the greatest lessons has been in learning my limits. Particularly, with the undercurrent of grief December can hold for […]
torch bearing quietly
I will not act out, will not yell or curse or slam doors, will not make a scene -- you do not deserve such a chance to make an example out of me to be proven right since you are not. Instead, I'll stand at this street corner, raise my hand high and clench that light which yet remains. It will burn brightly, quietly, fiercely before fading as I. Then I'll be gone but found.