Wow, what a difference a week makes. Now that the COVID-19 restrictions are easing I see people smiling and greeting each other with vigor. Of course, we must all keep a safe distance between us, but it is so wonderful to see cheer and relief in the faces of so many. Unfortunately, some believe that we may never be able to return to life as we once knew it. Many Americans have lost their jobs, their businesses, and in some cases, their loved ones. Continue Reading →
Last night my brother brought me a pizza from my favorite pizza restaurant in Georgia. He and his wife drove straight from Georgia to Texas to deliver the tasty delight. My sister-in-law was not with him when he rang my doorbell. He had dropped her off at their home in Louisiana before he finished the last leg of the drive to my house. She has breast cancer and is undergoing treatments in Georgia. She was too tired and worn out to continue beyond her home. When he arrived, we heated the pizza and thoroughly enjoyed every bite. I asked my brother about his wife’s prognosis. He was heartbroken and could not, at times, find the strength to speak. My brother and sister-in-law are both finding it difficult to face the predictions related to her illness. I realize that I too have difficulties with her future. My heart is broken for both of them. I try to help my brother prepare for their future medical and psychological needs. What more can be done? I must stand beside them and watch as they suffer this terrible disease and its ravages upon her body and soul. I pray for recovery but must prepare for something less. That is the hard part: the part that might not end so wonderfully. Last night my brother brought me a pizza from my favorite pizza restaurant in Georgia. Although it was a delectable treat, my heart cried with every bite. I will never eat a pizza from my favorite restaurant again without remembering the pain my sister-in-law endures and that for 654.1 miles she carried my ideal pizza home so that I could enjoy a rare treat.
I used to wish that my favorite pizza restaurant had a location closer to my Texas home. Now, I am okay that they do not. My name is Tracy Renee Lee. Continue Reading →
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I was speaking with a loved one recently. Our topic of conversation was to determine if he would add a burial vault to his wife’s burial plan. While conversing, it occurred to me that perhaps the purpose of a vault, compared to that of a casket, is confusing to those who are not funeral professionals. Casket: a receptacle of wood, metal or plastic into which the dead human body is placed for burial. The casket has only one basic function – to move a dead human body from one place to another in a dignified and safe manner. Continue Reading →
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Today was my grandson’s due date. Instead of being at the hospital with my daughter to welcome him into our family, my husband, younger daughter, and I took our bistro table and set it beside his grave. We had dinner and birthday cake and took photos to send to his mom in Hawaii. We placed a baby boy balloon and carnations upon his tiny grave and prayed to our Heavenly Father to let our Mikey Joe know that we love and miss him. It was a very somber and difficult day. When Mikey Joe passed five months ago, my world stopped. It has been reeling ever since. My concentration has suffered, my stamina has suffered, and I find that things that used to matter a great deal to me now are mediocre and somewhat unimportant. I find that I do not wake up every morning ready to jump out of bed and begin my day. I do not attack my work with fervor as I once did. Even lifelong habits, like applying my make-up, fall out of order and are disorganized. His tiny little life inside of his mother’s womb affected my life ever so deeply. Only my belief that we will reunite as a family in God’s presence keeps my life going. As I prepared for bed, I checked social media and saw this post from his mother. As her mother, my heart breaks for the pain she suffers. I know it pales compared to my own. “Five months ago I gave birth to a baby boy. He was so beautiful and precious. Continue Reading →
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Six weeks ago, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. This devastating announcement was unexpected. She and my brother rushed off to a cancer treatment center in another state. We have great expectations that her treatment there will prove miraculous.
I traveled to Louisiana this weekend to see my brother and his wife. We are expecting results from a recent blood test to inform us of whether her condition has improved, remained the same, or worsened. We are praying for improvement. My sister-in-law has always been very health conscious. Among us, she has been the one who has deprived herself of any food-related pleasure, has maintained a routine exercise program, has avoided excessive sun exposure, and seen her doctor annually for check-ups; yet, it is she who has extensive cancer. She suffers pain, nausea, confusion, sadness, self-blame, fear, exhaustion, depression, etc. My brother does too. We are all confused. We wonder how this happened and what should be done to save her? She and my brother research exhaustively, potential treatments (natural, of course) and the rest of us pray intently for her return to health. We discussed possible treatment options this weekend. There are so many obstacles to obtaining them, primarily distance and expense. My brother and his wife are professional people; however, her treatments within the last six-weeks have already exhausted their financial reserves. They are now looking at creative options to afford additional treatment. Continue Reading →
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As I stood in line at the bank, Friday, the bank manager approached me and whispered kind words into my ear. She thanked me for how I close the services for my client families. She had recently attended the funeral of my cousin’s husband and wanted to express her appreciation for my closing statements. I appreciate her encouragements.
At the close of every funeral, I always come forward and thank family and friends, on behalf of the survivors, for their attendance and support during what is definitely the most difficult ritual accompanying death; the lowering of the loved one into the earth and sealing their grave with soil. At that moment, fear, panic, and pain rush into the hearts of the survivors. I was there six months ago. My son-in-law carried my grandson’s tiny white casket out of our chapel and placed him in his grave. My daughter and her surviving two children followed, and we gathered around Mikey Joe’s resting place for the dedication and closing of his grave. My husband, son-in-law, and three-year-old grandson began the arduous task of returning the soil of the earth into the oblong grave where my deceased grandson would now rest. I think my heart stopped beating at that moment. I watched in horror as my little grandson grabbed a small fist full of dirt to throw into his tiny brother’s grave. I could not see or hear anything else around me. I was completely focused on my two tiny grandsons sharing their last moment on earth; one lying in a small grave and the other filling it with dirt. Suddenly, my three-year-old grandson realized his hands were dirty and briskly wiped them up and down on the chest of his freshly starched shirt. Those in attendance gasped and then broke into laughter. With tears of heartache streaming down my face, I too broke into uncontrollable laughter. He repeated his assigned task of filling his tiny brother’s grave until the task was completed, each time wiping his hands on the front breast of his white shirt. The bright red dirt of East Texas, now permanently stains my grandson’s beautiful white church shirt. What a wonderful treasure my daughter has of her two tiny sons: a stained dress shirt, evidentiary of their brotherly love and care for each other. As the committal came to a close, I, like always, stepped forward. Choking with sobs of sorrow, I thanked our family and friends for their support, participation, and attendance. Then, one by one, they each left our funeral home. Since that day, no one who attended his funeral has ever mentioned my grandson again. My husband, daughter, and I speak of him continually, but no one in our family, nor do our friends ever speak of him. Continue Reading →
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What a blessing it is to be able to read. It was not so long ago that reading was uncommon among the masses. Even today, we see many people who remain illiterate due to dyslexia or some other underlying cause. Reading is better than movies. It is better than plays. Reading is a gift to our souls because it allows us to engage our minds, imagination, reasoning, and intuition. It allows us to accept the words to our brains at the speed at which we can understand and interpret their meaning. Once we understand their meaning, we are at liberty to accept or reject them as truth or error. I am thankful for the blessing of reading in my life. I hope you are too. I read an article this morning. While I found some of the article acceptable, most of it seemed mystically based. It did, however, evoke deep thought, encourage contemplation, critical thinking, and evaluation within my mind and soul. At the end of the article, I had considered new theories, reasoned whether they were soundly based, and either accepted or rejected them. It was an educational morning for me. The interesting part of the article for me was the section entitled “Angels of Comfort.” In this section, the author addresses two different types of angels. She writes of angels who take upon themselves a physical form. She states, “A true angel encounter is when angels assume physical bodies. They have a different essence about them. They come out of nowhere, deliver the message or assistance and leave without a trace.” (Kermie Wohlenhaus, Ph.D., Angels of Grief, Comfort, and Hope)
Ms. Wohlenhaus also writes of angels who remain in a spiritual form and communicate soul to soul. It is this second concept of spirits that had merit to me. Continue Reading →
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I live in a world filled with grief. My work dictates that I see it every day. Grief is not universally the same for everyone. Professionally, I have observed that it is uniquely coded into a survivor’s collective history. It is personal with recovery predicated upon one’s abilities, strategies, and skills. Continue Reading →
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Sudden Death is a unique category of loss. It includes heart attacks, strokes, suicides, homicides, and accidents. GRIEF BRIEF 116
Sudden deaths are those that occur without warning. These types of deaths require special understanding and intervention. Sudden deaths are more difficult to grieve and recover from than other deaths that give some warning. Continue Reading →
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When I was a little girl, my mother taught me never to play in the street. When I was a mother with young children, I taught them as my mother did me; “Never play in the street.”
There is wisdom in teaching one’s children prudence, safety, and manners in their youth. One hopes a well-trained child will carry the “Pearls of Wisdom” taught during childhood through the lines of lineage, and rely upon them during times of distress and danger. Solomon’s advice to parents “Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” (Proverbs 22:6), is literally as applicable today as it was when time first began. As a child matures, parents must bridge the concepts presented in childhood into their maturing environment. One hopes that the child will process the concept of evolution and appropriate application within their maturing mind and adequately apply it to their ever-changing environment. Parents should test the abilities of their children as they progress through the maturing process for concepts of critical thinking and application. Additionally, parents should expand the concepts into wider applications expanding the child’s growing world. For example, “Don’t play in the street.” to a young child may mean, “Do not ride your tricycle in the road.” However, for a teenager, “Don’t play in the street.” may mean, “No drag racing.” The concept, “Being in the Road is Dangerous,” is the same. The application, however, is age appropriate. The concept has bridged the eras of life. Sadly, I recently served a family where the concept “Never play in the street.” did not bridge from tricycles to automobiles. This heartbroken family suffered the loss of a young man practicing his independence. One late evening as he traveled home from his activities, his vehicle became disabled. Rather than utilizing his cell phone for roadside assistance, he ventured out into the street to flag down passing motorists. Not expecting a man in the road, he was struck by an unsuspecting motorist. Now two families suffer from this tragic lapse of concept bridging. One family has lost a son, the other carries the weight of that loss through feelings of guilt. Both families grieve this loss; both feel sorrow, anger, and fear. Continue Reading →