Now alone again, angry, I will climb to the top of the highest rock, shrouded in dark clouds that obscure my view. I will roar and gnash, rip my claws into the earth . . . and cry.
Should have been
Today, August 2, 2013, Susan should have been 56 years old. Instead, she died of cancer seven months and one day ago. By next month, she might have told you she was 57. She always aged herself a year, almost a year in advance. Sometimes she thought she was actually turning a year older than […]
So much loss
So much loss. Every day. Every day: she still isn’t here. It occurs to me I should take a picture of her crocuses to show her…later. I’ll show her later. It gets later and later. She still isn’t here. I try to do as we mourners are told: “live in the moment.” In that “now,” […]
Notes on high to The Bible, by Susan and David von Salis
[I thought you might enjoy a chance to re-vist Susan’s talent for story telling and her sense of humor. This was written by Susan and her brother, David von Salis, in 1988, on the occasion of my friend Deb Moore’s graduation from seminary. I have a vivid memory of Susan and David gleefully putting it together, […]
