by Rebecca Cavender | death, divorce, divorcing, family, healing, patterns, relationships |
I give you an emptiness, I give you a plentitude, unwrap them carefully. – one’s as fragile as the other – (Norman MacCaig, Presents) Patterns of death weave their tapestries through my life. Sometimes the connections are uncanny, tightly knotted:...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, death, healing, love, self-love, suicide |
She shot herself that March. At 14, whatever pain clawed inside her, my cousin believed hunting it down, releasing it with a bullet from the chamber, was her answer. Our family and her friends were left behind to grieve. We took on her hurt and let it explode in anger...
by Rebecca Cavender | death, divorce, healing, letting go, relationships |
This business of letting go isn’t always easy. Sometimes it takes on its own form, as though the thing which you need to let go is on one end of a string pulling at your chest, a tug of war, a sense of trying to reign in what needs to just … be. On...
by Rebecca Cavender | death, divorce, healing, moving home, moving on |
The beginning is usually exciting, but uncomfortable, as you navigate your way through the new environment. Eventually, you settle in, make friends, find your niche, know which places to get coffee, adjust to the weather. Moving back home is different. The...
by Rebecca Cavender | death, grandparents, healing, love, relationships |
Death makes you feel completely out of control. Control is rendered null and void when you see your 95 year old grandmother’s perfect pink and white casket get lifted up and pushed deeply into a cement crypt. When the mortician begins to seal the crypt, it...
