by Gail Tully | Dec 26, 2008 | Christmas, Meaghann, Meg
Reflecting back on December, one year after the death of my niece from brain cancer. I had expected to spend 2,3,4 days a week with my sister this month. Last year I was with her every day, but one, in the month of December as we cared for her daughter, in their home,...
by Gail Tully | Jan 16, 2008 | cancer, grief, Meg, The snow is deep
Nov. 2007In the cycle of grief, one comes reluctantly upon anger, or maybe anguish. The foot slams down on the break but there is no break. Time pushes you onward toward the inevitable death and loss and you don’t want to go.This poem is about my sister in anger...
