Tag Archives: Eric’s Story

I need to tell you where I’m going.

I need to tell you where I’m going.

Some of you won’t want to hear this. Some of you will. Some of you will be angry. Some of you will rejoice. I realize I run the risk of alienating some friends and family if I expose just where it is that this journey is taking me. And for those of you who haveRead More

A Beautiful Encounter Among the Dry Bones

A Beautiful Encounter Among the Dry Bones

“He’s not really here, honey. It’s just his bones.” I spoke these words from my own mouth, but I wasn’t sure I believed them. Part of me desperately wanted to believe that his spirit somehow lingered in this place, where flesh becomes fodder for earth dwelling creatures. I parked on the gravel path right inRead More

I am not brave.

I am not brave.

Brave. It’s a word I’ve been called over and over again because I chose to come out of the shadows and tell Eric’s story. My story. The dark one. But I am not brave. Brave would have been standing by my parents’ side when the held up protest signs outside of the Cathedral. But IRead More

The Missing Birthday

The Missing Birthday

Yesterday would have been Eric’s 42nd birthday. This time of year typically puts me into a spin cycle, hurtling me towards the anniversary of his death on October 29, then to the holidays where his presence is┬ánoticeably absent, then finally spits me out sometime in January, when the frigid weather numbs my raw emotions. MyRead More

Save the Born AND the Unborn: My Thoughts on Abortion

Save the Born AND the Unborn: My Thoughts on Abortion

I hesitated before writing this post. I have friends on polar opposite ends of the abortion spectrum, and I know how passionately you feel about the issue, whether for or against. I hope you can read this with an open mind and open heart. But then again, if you’re any friend of mine, I alreadyRead More

It wasn’t really about the birds and the bees…

It wasn’t really about the birds and the bees…

“Catherine, we need to talk. You know, sometimes, when you see the cats in the yard, and it looks like they’re wrestling on top of each other? Well, they’re not really wrestling. They’re…” Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…He is NOT talking to me about this! I can’t believe this is happening. This is so embarrassing. Don’t look at him.Read More