On The Night Mom Diedfeatured
I call this one, “Full Moon On The Water On The Night My Mom Died.”
Tag - dying
5 posts
5 posts
Eulogy To My Momfeatured
Here is a poem that comes from the funeral ceremony of the Zen tradition of which I am a part. It is called The Human Route Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed – that is human.When you are born, where do you come from?When you die, where do you go?Life is like a floating cloud which appears.Death Read more
After Mom’s Deathfeatured
Posted in When mom died
So when my mom was dying, I’d go and visit her in the morning and then take a break and then go visit her in the afternoon again. One day, I was listening to Bonnie Raitt I Can’t Make You Love Me in the car on the way back to her hospital bed. I got Read more
Conversation With My Dying Momfeatured
Posted in When mom died
Visiting my mom, she didn’t say much when I arrived. She seemed to want to doze. I got my computer out to pay her bills while she napped. Then I thought twice. I thought, before I go to bill paying, I’d ask if there was anything she needed to discuss. “Yes,” she said, suddenly alert. Read more
Germane (at least to me)featured
There is only one thing we will be remembered for when we die–how we lived. What makes me feel proud of myself? What makes me feel warm? What makes me feel caring? What makes me sleep well at night? What makes me able to look my friends and family squarely in the eye? How, in Read more
