by Dianne | Mar 29, 2025
Forsythia are beautiful. Their yellow blooms are the brightest and boldest heralds of early spring. My love of forsythia traces back to early childhood. Our yard showcased a semi-tamed towering patch, and when they bloomed, they dazzled me. Last week, my first glimpse...
by Dianne | Mar 29, 2022
One decade. One decade since our vibrant, silly, uniquely caring boy left us all for his eternal home. As I reflect on the past ten years, I am conscious of having survived an incalculably staggering loss. In my posts on this site, I’ve attempted to define – to...
by Dianne | Dec 24, 2019
And so it is Christmas Eve. Our seventh one separated from the extraordinary joy of our precious boy’s existence. Christmas continues to be a bleak season for me, despite the passage of so many years. Other significant calendar events last for just a day: Easter,...
by Dianne | Mar 29, 2019
The seven-year anniversary of our son’s death…it feels significant. Seven, as a number, means something, doesn’t it? I grew up hearing seven described as the “perfect” number. We can rattle off many associations with seven: seven heavens, seven wonders of the...
by Dianne | Mar 15, 2018
Six years ago today, I watched a miracle unfold before my eyes. Because my son ultimately succumbed to his illness, it’s been easy for me to thrust this miracle far into the recesses of my mind for much of the time. But with each passing year, I become more and more...
