Tag: death

This Mother’s Day, We Grieve a Matriarch Who Birthed Community for Doubt-Filled Believers

Amid prayerful-yet-playful tweets bemoaning missed episodes of Game of Thrones, the voice of our generation, Rachel Held Evans, died one week ago following complications from a sudden illness. At 37, the theological giant, wife, and mother to two small children just before one of the 

Dessert First: Preparing for Death While Savoring Life

Dessert First: Preparing for Death While Savoring Life

Last year, my brother, sister-in-law, and husband celebrated Mom’s 78th birthday without her. In years past, whenever we dined out for Mom’s birthday, my brother and I knew the drill: restaurants were chosen according to their desserts, not their entrees. Our mother never ate according 

The First Year After Mom’s Death: How These Rituals Helped Me Navigate Grief and Loss

The First Year After Mom’s Death: How These Rituals Helped Me Navigate Grief and Loss

My mother died one year ago today. I still remember our first evening without her in the world. Fred, Ron, and I rode through downtown Raleigh with the windows down, and I thought: She’ll never hear the sounds of August again—the cicadas’ song that tell us 

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust: Our Mom’s Scattering Urn Takes a Road Trip

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust: Our Mom’s Scattering Urn Takes a Road Trip

By the sweat of your face     you shall eat bread until you return to the ground,     for out of it you were taken; you are dust,     and to dust you shall return. –Genesis 3:19, NRSV All go to one place; all are from the dust, 

Grief: An Unexpected New Beginning

Grief: An Unexpected New Beginning

Last week was a hard grief week. It marked the one-year anniversary of Mom breaking her arm and moving to an assisted living facility. The day she moved, we got her settled by mid-afternoon, where she enjoyed ginger ale and an egg salad sandwich at 

Why Winter is Hard—and How Sabbath Can Help

Why Winter is Hard—and How Sabbath Can Help

By the time you read this, I’ll be on a cruise ship, recovering from North Carolina’s record-breaking snow. It’s a much-needed reprieve from only a month’s worth of winter, one that even a balmy 60-degree weekend couldn’t melt in the shadowy places. As much as