A peek at the family antique car collection.

On dresses, cars, and brass instruments

If tears could build a stairway
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again.

  

While Minnesota slowly recovers from a deep freeze, in which we are said to have experienced seven months of unrelenting snow, I am recovering from bitter heartache. Heartache that has thus far spanned two years.

I look around me, and I am inspired to see the way my family and friends have carried on, achieving inspiring new heights and raising beautiful families despite our shared grief. 

Recent events in the U.S. have certainly not made it easy, with children who have violently lost their lives being featured frequently in the daily news. Our society has been hit where it hurts, in our schools, in our communities and in a national marathon. 

For those of us who have lost a child, whether brother, son, grandson, cousin or nephew, these tragedies cut deep.

Gone quiet

Why haven't I posted in this blog since last year?

I stopped posting at the advice of my grief counselor. The heart of a writer, however, can only contain so much, and I am determined to work through my emotions in the best ways I know how — hiking, painting, and above all, writing.

Not this time, Doc. You've got it all wrong.