This month is it. March. The angel-versary, death-versary or fill-in-the-blank-versary. There is no celebrating. Only and ever, the remembering and forgetting again.Read More
Standing at her graveside, the elder told the story, in native Anishinaabe tongue, of how the world began. We didn’t know a single word yet understood we were in that place where death and birth meet.Read More
Here are words, thoughts, and sentiments taken directly from the hundreds of cards and letters we received when my daughter walked on. Real words from real people. Fine examples of what to say to someone whose world has turned upside down.Read More
Quite the diversity of form these angels, dragonflies, and fried egg sandwiches; each is not like the other yet all are welcome to a seat at my comfort table. The metaphysical aspects of life are unknown, unscientific, and unproven. Yet there it is, tickling us with its possibilities of seeing, knowing, feeling the great mystery of the other side.Read More
My daughter, Lena, experienced a near fatal health crisis about six months before she walked on. Contrasting her thoughts before and after that hospitalization, her words bring clarity to the thin veil between life and death.
Written the day before my daughter's first memorial service, this is my tribute to her. A significant portion of this piece includes my daughter's words and is therefore named "A Eulogy of Voices". As there were two memorial services, the first at the Bad River Community Center in Odanah, Wisconsin and the second at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California, this is a merged version of the two eulogies.Read More