A Grateful Granddaughter

  Winifred Anne Welker Ahern July 27, 1925 – January 22, 2012As the Year of the Dragon commences, Grandma Winnie has left our world – turning control of our family to her own Dragon daughter....more
@victorias_view That is awesome! And precisely the reason we can never let family stories be ...more

A View From My Patient's Life

I never knew these verses until my patient shared them with me.Mr. R. was my elderly African American patient who was dying of cancer. He and his wife held hands when I went to see them. I think they had been married for over 50 years.  He told me his dream was to one day take a trip on the QEII.His wife always worried that their New York City housing project wasn’t a safe place for me to be, and would accompany me down on the elevator after my visits. But, I thought,you live here all the time....more

There's no connection like a widow connection


Losing My Religion

I am angry. So this is me. Using this blog as my spotlight. As I’m losing my religion.It started the weekend of the muppets’ baptism. Baptism: the first of the Church’s seven sacraments – meant to signify purity and cleansing from sin as a devotion to God. The welcoming of the new generation into the faith.Can you tell my family’s Catholic?...more
It's hard to watch the ones we love suffer and sometimes it is frustrating when God doesn't ...more

Martin Luther King, Jr.: A Complete Life

 “An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr....more

Is it a loss if I never really had him? Yes, I think so

I don't even know where to begin really. To simply say I had a rough childhood would be an understatement. To go into explicit detail would take too long and expel too much emotional energy. Also, I'm not sure that I can really write it all out yet. I've started. I've sat here for the past two weeks staring at this screen with words brimming over. Words crowding the page, gathering like dirty laundry on my bed and floor, covering the walls, hanging from the ceiling. All of these words which translate into all of these memories. ...more

Living Grief (and Love) During The Holidays

I took the helm of all the elaborate Christmas dinner planning and cooking in 2010, when my mother finally admitted she wasn't able to stand as long as all that festivity required. We opened a bottle of Dom Perignon to toast my parents' 50th wedding anniversary, which they'd celebrated just 9 days before. A landmark, a lifetime together. That was my brother's and my last Christmas with our parents. Sudden and cruel illnesses took them over and took them away in the six months that followed. And so last year my brothers and I faced our final Christmas at their home, before we packed everything our parents had lovingly collected over the years into an armada of boxes and sent them off to be auctioned away to strangers. ...more
Beautiful post, Stacy, and a beautiful tree, too. I think this is part of what Christmas ...more

Fighting Addiction

There comes a point in time when you have to take a step back and just say no. I don’t mean saying no and not giving a second’s consideration as to whether you actually believe in the word and what it is standing for. It’s not like when you hear a sweet and innocent two year old saying it because it’s one of the few words in their fledgling vocabulary. It’s not a fleeting remark to pass the buck to someone else nor should it be said to procrastinate for another day, week or even year. Believe it when you say it. NOOOOOOO!!!...more
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Not Just Another F%$##! Statistic

This is taken from my daily blog (http://julialeebarclay.blogspot.com):OK, so now someone I know has died of this disease of alcoholism and in a particularly horrific way.  She was about my age and leaves behind children.  She was in fact probably the age of my friend Vickie who died of breast cancer, and so this is the weird thing: they are both dead, they both leave behind teenage boys, and the similarity ends there....more

isn't it ironic