Fly Away Home

“Oh please don’t go. Let me have you just one moment more … Tell me that someday you’ll be returning and maybe, maybe I’ll believe. It’s just enough to see a shooting star to know you’re never really gone.” Dear ones, as...

The Last First

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” I buried my mother one year ago today. The weather didn’t work for a graveside service, so we gathered in the mausoleum instead. But the doors were open, and when the bagpiper played “Amazing Grace,” she...