anniversary of death
By Madeline Sharples
The day our son Paul died, the director of development at Crossroads School, where Paul and his brother Ben had attended high school, called. She was sympathetic, soothing, and selling as is the way with development directors for non-profits. I know. I used to be one. What she suggested was an endowment fund in his memory that would benefit the high school’s jazz music program. How smart she was. As a jazz pianist and composer Paul had greatly benefited from that program, so I was sold on giving back to it immediately. By the time of… Continue reading
As I mark another anniversary of my husband Allan’s death, it always brings up so many emotions about our past and what our future may have been. People have asked me over the years if I have “gotten over” his death. I am quick to share that I will never get over the loss, but I have reconciled myself to it.
That said, you probably wonder if I have been able to move forward with my life and how it’s even possible to do so? The simple answer is YES! I did find hope through my grief… Continue reading