This past weekend, my family gathered in the coulee where I grew up to say goodbye to my grandmother. She passed away on December 16th, 2020, at the age of 100. At the time, it didn’t feel safe to gather for a memorial due to the pandemic.Continue reading
I am counting the days, one by one, until September 4th. Nelle’s birthday. It will have been four years since she was stillborn.
That year, it was Labor Day weekend. So not only do I have the actual day, but everything surrounding Labor Day reminds me of that weekend. Continue reading
After losing Nelle, we quickly made plans to scatter her ashes.
My grandfather passed away in 2011. He lived with Parkinson’s disease for nearly 20 years. His ashes are spread beneath a glorious oak tree on my aunt and uncle’s land in the coulee where I grew up. I was reminded recently that he died in early May of that year – now 5 years ago.