Category Archives: Imagining

To dance with my father again

Dance w my father again

If I could get another chance

Another walk

Another dance with him

I’d play a song that would never ever end

How I’d love love love

To dance with my father again

~ Written by Luther Vandross with Richard Marx

Another chance…

To celebrate a birthday with you.

“Happy Birthday, Dad. I miss you.”

To sit by the ocean with our cooler and sandwiches, and talk. 

To walk, holding hands.

“Are you ready? I’m right here. Here we go…” 

To hug you, and be hugged back by you.

To be led by you.

“Dad, I don’t know how to dance like this.”

“I’ll lead. Just follow me.”

How I’d love love love

To dance with my father again.

(Photo: 1993) My dad, 9/1/1935 – 1/9/2008

What I learned from a soldier


In Memory of my father, Don Everett  (9/1/1935 – 1/9/2008)

What I learned from a soldier…

About strength
It’s okay to cry…

About caring
Take your vitamins… Stay away from dark alleys… Watch your back… I love you…

About illness
I’m so sorry you’re sick… I’m very concerned… Have you been eating right? Taking your vitamins? 

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The shadows beside me

 Boys at sunset, Naples '04

While we (bereaved parents) are readjusting to our perception of what grief is, and who we are as we grieve, and how our relationship with our deceased child will be, grief changes and evolves, subsides and resurfaces.  Continue reading

Dad, I miss you


Dad (9/1/35-1/9/08) and me

“Hi Dad, it’s me.”

“Hi Dee. Heidi!” (laughing) “Hey, Heidi!”

(smirking) “Hi, Dad.”

“Is this the person with whom I am speaking?”

“Yes, Dad.” (laughing) “This is the person with whom you are speaking.”

(laughing) “How are you, Deanna Lynn?”

“I’m okay, Dad. I wanted to pick up the phone and call you today. There are lots of times when I want to call you, and then I have to remind myself…
(that you are gone) and have the conversation in my head. Continue reading