Less than two years after Erik’d death, his younger sister, Annika, wrote a poignant poem for high school. Its depth belies her young age. She was only 15 years old. I’ve also included the explanation her English teacher required for the assignment. Note: “Red Hands” are a metaphor for her sense of guilt, something all…
The Dalai Lama on Science and Spirituality
First of all, I want to thank everyone for their warm wishes and flattering comments for my daughter, Kristina and her new husband, Houston Braly. They’re on a short honeymoon in Paris and the French Riviera where the weather is now gorgeous probably having the time of their lives. Second, I sent all of your…
My Daughter’s Post
Please be sure to read my eldest daughter’s poignant entry in her world-renown blog, PrettyShinySparkly. Although her blog usually covers all things light and beautiful, today’s was all about her heartrending experience two years ago. http://t.co/vSavrHEQ Be sure to read the comments too.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
At long last, I’ve been urged (strongly) to seek treatment for my PTSD. Okay, we’re talking major arm twisting here, because I’m a typical mom who feels that everyone else’s needs must be addressed and nurtured before I tend to my own wounds. So, with five kids, a husband and friends (including cyber friends), I…
Missing a Loved One?
Many of you have found your way to this oasis of hope by following a trail of tears. Many of you grieve. Many of you have suffered under the heavy burden of loss. You find camaraderie here. Understanding. Unity. Friendship. Compassion. But it doesn’t replace the son, daughter, lover, friend or sibling that is no…
Loving the Deceased
First of all, I know we have a lot of new Channeling Erik family members since The Sheila Show interview which aired yesterday, and I want to welcome you all. I encourage you to start at the beginning of the blog and work your way through, because there’s a lot of valuable information you don’t…
Losing a Loved One
To lose a loved one is pure agony. When you lose a child, your grief is compounded exponentially. When you lose that child to suicide, your grief is multiplied to unbearable levels. When that suicide is violent, you become a POW in a private war, tortured mercilessly day after day. In my desire to show…
If Sundays are Tough
For many of us who have lost a loved ones, Sundays aren’t easy. The errands are done. The house is quiet. The mind is idle, opening a door to let the sadness slink back in. I understand this all too well. So, because I love you all so dearly, let me offer you a ray…
Erik’s Eulogies
Don’t know why I feel compelled to share these, but here are the eulogies that were said at Erik’s memorial service in the order they were delivered. A lot of pain was felt by all that day. I guess I just wanted to share what an amazing soul our Erik was and is. Sigh. Kristina’s…