There are two difficult days each year in every bereaved parent's life. One, the day of your child's passing, and two, your child's birthday. Tomorrow is my son's 22nd birthday. His nickname is Migi, but his whole name is Francisco Miguel. Almost every year since he died in 1998, God in His infinite grace, allows … Continue reading A Tale of Two Miguels
The smell of a newborn, so intoxicating for a mother. There is nothing else like it in the whole wide world. Every baby is a new experience, and every kiss feels like the first time.
In searching for my father over the last few years, I finally stumbled on a story that would make a box-office hit. In the process I discovered the great love my grandparents had for one another. My father was around for only 16 years of my life, and now that I am a year shy … Continue reading Love In The Time of War — and Beyond
Fifteen years on Monday, June 3— that’s how long he’s been gone. I was poring through some old photographs the other day when it suddenly hit me that my son has been gone for 15 years now, and a wave of intense longing and sadness suddenly came over me. He was 4 years … Continue reading Why The Memory Never Dims — Remembering Migi 15 Years After
21 February 2013 Dearest Migs, Today you turn 19 years old in heaven. It struck me yesterday how in June this year, you would have been gone for 15 years. How our lives have changed. How you must be all grown-up now. I wonder how you look like at 19, and to find the answers, … Continue reading To Migi, on your 19th Birthday