Tag: grief and loss

Time of Orphaning

Time of Orphaning

death, Grief, Short Story
It’s tough when you are orphaned at seventy. I say that without rancor or irony. I’d known Mrs. O’Donall and her daughter for fifteen years, which at the time of this story was the entire length of my life. The ladies - as everyone called them - were fixtures in our parish. Each morning they arrived at St. Anselm's at precisely six-fifty for daily Mass. Their consistency was such that my mom said she "could tell time by them." They generally made their way into church arm-in-arm and always sat in the first pew. While the younger lady was fragile, tentative and wide-eyed, the older one was stern, sturdy and quick-minded. With her daughter in tow, she worked on the Annual Church Carnival Planning Committee and in the Women’s Auxiliary as well, relied upon to help the nuns clean the sac
All Pets Go to Heaven

All Pets Go to Heaven

Comfort, Grief, in memory of, memories, remembrance
I lost one of my furbabies this week. The first time we met Darby, she was on the highest shelf in the office belonging to the person who had posted the ad we were answering. She was just a kitten and terrified, but when we got her home, she met her new brothers Bill and Isaac and her sister Zoe. Suddenly life wasn't so scary anymore. She loved them. and they might as well have been littermates. Not long after that, Bill went to Rainbow Bridge. Zoe followed not too long after. Isaac and Darby were "buds."  My partner brought Morgan home after finding her in a parking lot near her workplace. She apparently thought I could let a small baby kitty go to a new home after she had come into our apartment. Morgan tried turning the house upside down (she still does 13 years later), and Darby
A Candle in the Dark – Prayerful Tuesday

A Candle in the Dark – Prayerful Tuesday

"Life" Issues, Civil War, community, conflict, death, doubt, Grief, hate, Holy Mystery, Hope, Human Condition, Intecessory Prayer, justice, Lament, Love, mercy, Mystery, overwhelmed, peace, Politics, prayer, Religious War, spiritual practice, Surrender, Uncategorized, violence, war, world
  The news stories of the last few weeks have broken my heart.  Seeing the pictures of wild fires, immigrant children, Palestine, Iraq, and the Ukraine simply overwhelms me with sadness and despair. I think how can one human being do these things to another human being, especially children. I keep asking myself when will this come to an end?  I know it seems as if prayer doesn’t makes a difference and so it feels like a waste of time to offer your prayers.  But heartfelt prayer often leads us into action and that is prayer indeed. You see when many people offer prayers they, we,  form a community of prayer and as a community we can do much.  We can write letters, become involved in interfaith and cross cultural groups standing with those who are victims, or we can help with suppor