Category Archives: Life

Social Food

I love that Coca Cola is following the social media trend and created a bottle of soda that requires social engagement (not to mention, teaching a bit of teamwork).

Giving Thanks!

Giving Thanks

Grasping Gratitude

I had lunch with a friend who lost her father very recently.  Her parents were to celebrate their 50th Wedding Anniversary in just four short months.  Her pain was still very fresh and raw, but maybe a bit incomplete yet because the loss has not fully set in.

Although it was an enjoyable lunch, there were definitely tears here and there, as we talked about her family and talked about the pain that life presents sometimes.  She teared up as she said she had been thinking of my comment several months earlier…about learning in life that those around you who don’t run away from your life tragedies and pain are the people you will remember.

I teared up in response as I remember the pain and loneliness that I experienced during some of the toughest times in my life.  I had grasped with gratitude, those who rather than let their own fear of death, dying, illness and life’s tragedies step away, instead stepped forward to catch me and help carry me through it.

Sometimes the pain lingers, but I still feel gratitude.  If for no other reason, than it serves as a reminder that I am still alive and that I in turn can be the one to catch and carry for now.

The Sadness Left Behind

Five years ago today, I was in Delavan, Wisconsin for the second time.  Unfortunately, both trips there were to attend funerals.

The first trip, I, along with several friends, went to Delavan to support our friend Christopher as he buried his mother.  He was so grief-stricken that we felt the need to be with him 24 hours a day for weeks.  Call it a suicide watch.

A few short years later, the same friends made another trip to Delavan to bury Christopher.  I felt we had failed him, as he had taken his own life.

Friends who did not know him would react with the comment, “How selfish of him.”  That statement would always make me sad, because it showed how much people misunderstand mental illness and depression.  I would always quietly respond, “He just couldn’t find a cure for his depression soon enough.”

Sometimes, he’d fall into a dark place so deeply that he just could not imagine being able to see the light ever again. He didn’t take  do it for attention.

I think until the day I die, I will remember Christopher’s father whispering under his breath “Why, Christopher? Why?” with tears in his eyes as his hand grasped the casket.  He couldn’t help but be angry at his adopted son, whom he truly loved as his very own.  A parent should not have to bury their child and certainly not this way.

Over the past five years, I’ve thought of Christopher often. He continues to stand as a constant reminder that no matter the facade a person should show the world, we are all fighting a hard battle of some sort.

If you or someone you know needs help, these organizations can provide assistance:


Veteran’s Crisis Line

The Trevor Project

Peace be with you.

And let’s take care of each other.