February 15, 2023
RIP Barnabas (Barney) Hutchison, The Encourager I think my cat died two days ago. Let me start over: I know my cat died two days ago. The reason I said “I think” isn’t because I’m stuck in the stage of grief called denial, but because it happened in such a romantic, perfectly scripted movie-ending sort […]
Read More →July 30, 2022
Special anniversaries after a death are important times. We mark the significance by remembering. This week I remembered. One year ago, we put my dad in his memory care home. Six months ago, he left that home for his eternal one.
Read More →February 22, 2022
All that remains of my father’s life is found in two cardboard boxes. Is that all his life is reduced to: two small boxes, one new, one weathered over time? Yesterday, I went to the funeral home to pick up his death certificate (cause: multiple system failure, dementia) and the second of the two boxes. […]
Read More →January 27, 2022
Wesley Gardiner Richardson, my dad, passed peacefully from this world to his eternal home today. He was born January 10, 1933 in Philadelphia. As a child, he lived across the street from Patti Patton (my Mom) in Prospect Park, PA.
Read More →March 11, 2021
One year ago today, I left work to go to the funeral of a friend’s mom, thinking my spring break had been doubled to two weeks because of the coronavirus. When I went through the receiving line at the church, I wasn’t sure if I should reach out to hug my friend or stand awkwardly […]
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