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Today my son would have been 36.

Yucca Valley sunset, July 30, 2019, Sherrie Ann Cassel

Click on link above. I have always been the kind of person who strove to be positive; sometimes I even make myself sick. We are socialized to be the kind of people who have survived our personality construction, e.g. a mom with an unfulfilled dream to have been a cheerleader producing a daughter with anContinue reading “This is brilliant and compassionate writing”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel When someone disappoints us, it can hurt. If someone continually disappoints us, the pain can become a deep wound that festers for the rest of our days — if intervention is not sought. I was speaking with a member of my family this morning, and in less than one paragraph, IContinue reading “Make a wish”

By Sherrie Cassel Navigating the grief process takes work. There will be revolving cycles in the grief process, and grievers will have an initial time of visceral pain — and it’s hell while you’re in it. The first year is for nursing your broken heart and fumbling through, what was for me, the first stageContinue reading “Grit”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel I am learning the different weather patterns in our desert town. San Diego was pretty consistently, well, perfect. I’m rediscovering myself and renewing my faith and hope in this beautiful area. My husband and I love to see the way the mountains look at different times of day. I love theContinue reading “Into every life a little rain must fall”

By Sherrie Ann Cassel This page is about grief. I have lost a son, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, my heart and my soul, my only child, and I will navigate the grief process for the rest of my life. But certainly, there are other losses too, e.g. losing a parent, aContinue reading “The Old Gray Mare”

For my American counterparts — this day is symbolic of so many things, some we patriotically take pride in, and some, we don’t discuss on festive days, in order that we may have them. I just wanted to offer the fact that every thing is a double-edged sword whether or not you are grieving…and holidaysContinue reading “The Red, the White, and the Blues”

The time here in Joshua Tree is 2:30 a.m. I woke up because I dreamed about my son. I don’t dream all that often. But dreams don’t hurt as much as being awake can. Rikki was/is the most important person in my life; I gave birth to him, and he knew me better than anyone.Continue reading “Archiving Memories”