I have a free car. So, why don’t I want it?
I have a free car sitting in a driveway. Waiting for me. Calling my name. So, why don't I want it?
I have a free car sitting in a driveway. Waiting for me. Calling my name. So, why don't I want it?
What do Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and Ke$ha have to do with grief today?
We went to a viewing today. Death can be a strange thing, so here's some things you can use to prepare for one you may have to go to in the future.
The greatest man to ever utter the words "apple", "iPhone", or "innovation, Steve Jobs, has died. Watch in this speech Steve wrote for Standford University as the 2005 Commencement speaker, as he expresses "How to Live Before You Die". Please share this post with others.
For years, went to a restaurant where the 4th seat would always be my mom and the empty chair stares back at me now. There's going to be traditions you had with your loved ones that shift. Here's a few things you can try to help yourself through it.
Last night while cleaning more of my parents boxes, I found a letter my mom wrote "to me". It was really one of those venting notes you should probably throw away after you're writing it so that when you die no one finds it, lol.
Many people only believe in things they can touch, smell, see, taste or hear. The fact that you can't see radio waves but you know they are there, doesn't that make you question things like, is there life after death?
I woke up wanting to hear music from the Andrew Lloyd Webber Broadway Musical, Starlight Express, a show we saw as a family in New York back in the late 80's. I often feel cheated of a relationship with my parents. I find music, like this song, to be a good connector. I'm thinking about my dad specifically today.
The new twitter account for this blog/website is @LosingParents. My @LisaASnyder is going to be more geared towards art and other things. Please follow me on this new twitter account!
We've been cleaning out my parent's stuff after they passed away in what seems like a never ending up hill battle. Watch this visual metaphor of how going through their stuff makes me feel.