Each day, each year that passes as I live with Carter’s death, I come to see it in perspective of the tragedies that have happened and are happening every day in our world – the Holocaust, Rwanda, Bosnia- tragedies so indescribable that one mother’s pain is maybe not so important after all. Except to me, of course. But perhaps in some small way it will be to you- perhaps if you are suffering from loss and feel you can’t go on, it will reach you, for what I am trying to say to you is: Don’t give up, don’t ever give up, because without pain there cannot be joy, and both are what make us know we are alive. Read More
Isn't it good that I got to meet you,
Isn't it sad that you had to go,
Isn't it good that you got to love me,
Isn't it sad that you left me so,
Isn't it good I remember your beautiful face,
Isn't it sad that you won't grow old.
My Poem about my dad that died