Monthly Archives: July 2013

Rebuilding Around Loss

rebuilding around the loss

True … never the same and hardly whole. This poster surrounding the loss of a loved one helped me find the words to convey the sheer relentless agony of watching my other two children grow older then their big sister. Watching my daughter’s friends (who, after the loss, quickly became and remain our dear friends) move on to college, and now, as they get married and start families. As much as they loved and remember Rana, most can’t include us in their big day, not their happiest of days.

Behind the smiles at my younger daughter’s wedding, lived the reality that her real Maid of Honor would be watching from above. Now baby sister is having her first child. Aunt Rana should be here! I do feel Rana’s spiritual presence but oh how I want her nieces and nephews to know her physical hugs! Everyday, I miss Rana’s hugs.

Judge Hammond – do you stand by your sentencing of the two men that took Rana’s hope and changed the lives of so many people? How do you sleep at night having given only 1 year of house arrest?? All because the grandfather of one of the predators drove for some Senator. Who?

I’ll always want my Rana back, our family back … Though somehow we have and continue to rebuild through, around, with, over, under our loss.

Bullying MUST stop. Sexual assault is the worst form of bullying. It has existed through the ages. So what needs to change? EXPOSURE. Let’s stop the definition of insanity – doing the same things expecting different results. What can we do differently? TALK, TELL. Quit acting like it doesn’t exist or it’s no big deal.

Let’s talk and not run from the tough topics – Joel Osteen I DO love your messages and I’m not saying to dwell on the evil. We must walk through fire without smelling of smoke so that we might effect positive change! We can’t turn a blind in order to “remain clean” while our brothers suffer in pain. We must stop and tend to those beaten down and left to die on the side of the road!

Never Promised a Rose Garden … by Lisa Thornton

A tribute to my sweet Grandmother who loved Johnny Mathis. A twin and one of eight children, she grew up in rural Maryland on a farm that still had an outhouse. Her mother died of tuberculosis when she was a teenager. She helped run the farm and raise her younger siblings.

After marriage and having four boys, including twins, her husband was diagnosed with throat cancer. She learned how to use a feeding tube (a second belly button they joked) to nourish his failing frail body.

To provide for their family she served on the line of a school cafeteria. Before daylight her middle son (my Dad) rode her there on the handle bars of his bicycle.

I can’t recall her ever raising her voice. Just the opposite, when I acted out, she got somber and quietly explained what I did to upset her and why it was wrong, in a voice I had to strain to hear. Though my dad tells a different story, one where Gram sent misbehaving boys out in the yard to pick out their hickory switch … Her honest simple ways made me a better person.

“I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden.” Bad things happen to good people. We can’t succumb to feelings of hopelessness even in our darkest hours.

Healing Hearts Retreat: Aug. 2-4

This retreat is designed to help bring about the healing for women who have suffered any type of sexual abuse. The Cedarbrake Retreat facilitators strive to provide a very safe, comfortable, loving and supportive environment so that par­ticipants are able to begin or to continue their healing process. The retreat begins on Friday evening and concludes Sunday at noon. The cost for the weekend retreat is $125 per person. A limited number of scholarships (discount price) are available. To register for this retreat please call (254) 780-2436 and ask for Beverly.

I’ll be there.