It was only fitting that on this Memorial Day weekend, we had our memorial service for Ray. After all, he was an army veteran. His military service was only one season of his lifetime of accomplishments; one which he downplayed. The delay of his memorial service due to Covid, gave us nearly a year to … Continue reading Ray’s Memorial Day
Author: michellegunnin
Lament
You may have noticed, I haven’t written a whole lot lately. I am struggling to come out of the season of lament I have been in. I feel a bit like a flower with buds, that cannot bloom. I want to open my face to the sun but I am not ready. My passionate expression … Continue reading Lament
The Secret is Out!
The secret is out! It’s been in the works for months. Quiet calls from Seattle to Georgia and visa versa. First, a call to ask for Hannah’s hand. Then, a call with the plan. All throughout the pandemic, calls and secret conversations. Always waiting for things to open up so we could come. Always waiting … Continue reading The Secret is Out!
Mother’s Day 2021
When I was in kindergarten my teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. It was an easy answer for me. “A mom.” I knew immediately; however, my teacher didn’t like my answer. She said she would come back to me while I thought about another choice. I honestly couldn’t think … Continue reading Mother’s Day 2021
I Wish
The rain slides, hisses and splatters on my front walkway. The drips resonate louder up close, but the drone of a steady soaking rain fills the air with sound which makes my eyelids heavy like the downpour. Perfect reading weather. Perfect writing weather. Perfect napping weather. Perfect weather. I wish I could capture, with images … Continue reading I Wish
The Language of the Falls
Minnehaha I hear the sound as soon as my foot hits the trail. Rushing water. I breathe deeply. Inhaling with intention. Exhaling tension and stress. Closing my eyes. Inhaling fresh air, peace soaks into me through the sounds of the water. Opening my eyes again, I begin my hike beside the river which is swollen … Continue reading The Language of the Falls
New Hope
Forsythia is waving her wild hair in the breeze and the cherry trees are following her lead. The pears are mostly changed out of their lacy white gowns into their green dresses to join in the dance. All shades of tulips are showing their faces to the warmth of the sun. All around is a … Continue reading New Hope
For All that is Good
For all that is good. For all that is Holy. For all that is sacred. I lift my face. For all who weep. For all who mourn. For all who have lost. I lift my voice. Between Friday and Sunday there is lament. Distress. Regret. Grief. Between Friday and Sunday there are tears. Weeping. Wailing. … Continue reading For All that is Good
Brain Injury Awareness Month
I’ve been mulling this piece in my mind for a bit. I usually reserve my TBI posts for the February 2nd anniversary of Bill’s car accident. However, March is brain injury awareness month so I am breaking my pattern in order to shed some light for those of you who might not walk in the … Continue reading Brain Injury Awareness Month
Glorious Day
Grieving a person who is still alive is difficult. My heart is a puzzle and Mom is a piece. Without her the whole thing threatens to fall apart, yet she is still here. Her piece of my puzzle isn’t gone, it gradually fades creating a transparent hole. The hole gets bigger each time I want … Continue reading Glorious Day
