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A challenge for readers: Choose a word to describe my weekend
Two sets of experiences, two adjectives, and one helpful conclusion.
Embracing Lament: We can be sure Jesus understands how we feel
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" What we have experienced, Jesus has said.
Embracing Lament: God’s still there, no matter how long we’re waiting
We may pray with the psalmist, "How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart?" And we may find from the psalmist a pathway to hope.
Good grief: A weekend with lifetime friends yields a new definition
It is possible to experience happiness and grief at the same time. A weekend with lifetime friends proved it.
Two lives ending bring me questions I can only trust with God
Which is worse? To see a young life snatched away too soon? Or to watch a long life twist to a tortured end?
Good people. Good question. Two words. Good weekend. Good progress
Everyone who knows about Alzheimer’s anticipates that Evelyn is not doing well. But my new friend asked about me.
A trip to a scenic corner. A step in the journey that now feels new
Another family vacation without Evelyn. Wonderful—and sad.
My 30-minute outburst: new rage and new grief in a new chapter
Briefly Sunday night I couldn’t contain the negative emotions or stop the agitated outburst.
A caregiver’s plea for help: ‘I feel bad about feeling bad!’
A reader asked for advice, and that’s not what this blog is about. But maybe some stories from my experience will help him.
Two years later, the string of change just keeps getting longer
As the list of difficult or unseemly duties lengthens, my sadness is almost dulled. I feel myself getting weary.
The days are good, even when grief stops by for an unexpected visit
I’m learning not to be surprised by grief, and I’m deciding maybe I should welcome it. That’s good, because grief is a persistent visitor.
Handling the new while grieving the loss of the old: It’s not easy
Capitalizing on the present while admitting and grieving the loss of the past is the challenge for everyone loving a person with a debilitating disease.
Things continue to be different for us. And really, that’s normal
The small or sometimes not-so-small changes in our routine continue to mount up.
Shared story: There is life after caregiving! Part two: Moving on
“Though I never expected to be alone at this age or for this long, God has truly led me to a new, different, and surprisingly fulfilling life.”
Shared story: My journey as a long-distance caregiver, Part 1
I’ve struggled with four major issues as a long-distance caregiver while watching my mom’s condition deteriorate.
Shared story: unique grief, today’s victories, a blip in eternity
“I've come to rejoice in the small victories and make them big.“
It’s my problem, so I’ll cry if I want to (w/apologies to Lesley Gore)
Do you cry? I know I’m not the only one who puddles up often. And now that I’m a caregiver, I’m coming to understand what’s behind some of those tears.