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Instead of giving a timetable to grief and how we relate to the death, an icon or a shrine accepts that grief and death are still here with us even now because we simply have ongoing bonds with the deceased. They will forever be a part of us and instead of trying to "heal" and find decathexis, we must learn to adjust because love has this amazing way of living on past death, in both grief and joy. You aren't sick with grief; you're healthy with grief. And you don't need closure; grief will always be the in-between, and that's okay.
― Caleb Wilde,

Confessions of a Funeral Director: How the Business of Death Saved My Life

Instead of giving a timetable to grief and how we relate...

- 16th June 2020 0

Ironically, sometimes heaven happens when we’re closest to hell. Because heaven is wherever love reigns, even in those circumstances that are painful and full of tears. Sometimes heaven even happens on earth.
― Caleb Wilde,

Confessions of a Funeral Director: How the Business of Death Saved My Life

Ironically, sometimes heaven happens when we’re closest to hell. Because heaven...

- 16th June 2020 0

This is stupendous, Maggie, he said. Exquisite!He caught me looking at him.You and Caleb taught me about words.I nodded. Grandfather couldn’t read when he had come back to the farm. All the years of his life he couldn’t read. Until Caleb taught him.This cake is magnificent, said Grandfather. Tasty, lovely, glorious, stunning! Could I have another piece?Don’t forget we have more haying to do, said Matthew.This cake can only help, said Grandfather.
― Patricia MacLachlan,

More Perfect than the Moon

This is stupendous, Maggie, he said. Exquisite!He caught me looking at...

- 16th June 2020 0

Camille paused. She loved art, even if she wasn’t always sure what it was. She loved her husband. She loved her baby. Was it so strange to put all of these things together and see what would happen? Hobart had said that kids kill art, but what did he know? They would prove him wrong. Kids could make art. Their kid was capable of making the most amazing art. Okay, she said. It’s going to be beautiful, Caleb said, squeezing one of her hands so hard it tingled when he released his grip on her. They stood, a family, and walked out of the mall, into the sunlight, seeking to rearrange the shape of their surroundings, to blow something up and watch all the tiny pieces resettle around them like falling snow.
― Kevin Wilson,

The Family Fang

Camille paused. She loved art, even if she wasn’t always sure...

- 16th June 2020 0

It was infuriating to watch the beast of a man look so at ease with a book, while my anxiety wouldn’t let my body or mind relax in the slightest. His low chuckle at whatever he’d just read in his book was my last straw. I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it as hard as I could. The resounding thud as the pillow slammed into his face was therapeutic. I should probably go take my aggressions out in our training center, but that required more effort than I cared to exert right then.What the hell, Taya? Augie screeched as he held his nose.You were enjoying yourself too much. Seemed like a good idea to share my suffering with you. I feel better now. Thanks for that.You’re certifiable. You know that, right?I shrugged my shoulders. You love me anyway.Fortunately for you, yes, I do.I went back to pacing and Augie went back to reading while keeping an eye on me in case I decided to throw any more objects at him. Liam and Caleb walked in from the kitchen. They must have come in through the back door, because I was pretty sure they hadn’t been in the house for the last couple hours. Plus, my eyes had barely left the front of the house. There was no way I missed them coming from that way.Will you guys get her out of here? Augie complained. She’s driving me crazy and starting to throw things.Thing. I threw one thing, you big baby. I rolled my eyes at him.Liam and Caleb treaded carefully. Smart men.
― Heather Renee,

Shades of Magic

It was infuriating to watch the beast of a man look...

- 16th June 2020 0

I know enough," Caleb shifted his gaze to Rosalind, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. She had dropped her head and rounded her shoulders. So he moved in front of her and took her hands in his. "I know that we all make mistakes and shouldn't cast stones. I know that I love her with all of my heart and want to build a life with her if she'll have me.
― Karen Witemeyer,

Serving Up Love: A Harvey House Brides Collection

I know enough,” Caleb shifted his gaze to Rosalind, but she...

- 16th June 2020 0

All those years…I was so little…and I began to think that somehow, something I had done had made you go away.No, said Grandfather quickly. What I did was wrong. Your mother and I could not live together anymore. But what I did was wrong. It was my fault. All my fault.Fault, said Papa very softly. Sarah says fault doesn’t matter.Grandfather handed Papa a small sheet of paper.I started to write you a letter, he said.Papa read what was written there, but didn’t speak.It says ‘I love you, Jacob,’ said Grandfather.Papa looked at the paper for a long time.Don’t go, he said, his voice low. Please don’t leave us again. You belong here. I don’t want to miss you again. Ever.Grandfather put his arms around Papa, and they stood in the small room, holding on to each other.I turned and went downstairs, where Sarah still sat at the kitchen table. I sat across from her. Remember when you asked me who I wanted to be like? I said to Sarah.Sarah nodded.It’s Papa. I want to be like Papa, I said.
― Patricia MacLachlan,

Caleb's Story

All those years…I was so little…and I began to think that...

- 16th June 2020 0

When the fear of losing out pains you only a Heavenly touch can sustain
― Caleb Pradhan

When the fear of losing out pains you only a Heavenly...

- 16th June 2020 0

I handed Grandfather a blank book.What is this? he asked.This is yours, I said. Yours to write in. You can do it now.Grandfather opened it. I had written his name--JOHN WITTING--there. He turned the pages and saw them all empty and white. Grandfather put a hand on his chest.Grandfather?I was scared. I thought he was sick.Grandfather waved me away.It isn’t pain, he said to me.He closed his empty book and looked at me.It’s love, he said.
― Patricia MacLachlan,

Caleb's Story

I handed Grandfather a blank book.What is this? he asked.This is...

- 16th June 2020 0

The tiny body was slippery, and he held her tightly, afraid she’d slither out of his grip. He rotated the infant face-up, holding her about ten inches away from his face. The top of her head had a slight cone shape. Her blue-tinged hands pinked. The baby’s eyes were open, alert and seemingly amazed.They connected with his.A jolt of intense feeling, of recognition, flowed between them. As he gazed on the scrunched features of the infant, love surged through him. He’d never felt such a feeling before, and his chest ached with the joyful pressure. Caleb wanted to curl her to his chest and keep her safe. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling a scent that surprised him with its sweetness.My baby? Maggie asked.The infant broke eye contact with Caleb and turned her face toward the sound of her mother’s voice. He blinked back moisture from his eyes and grinned. You have a beautiful daughter.
― Debra Holland,

Mystic Montana Sky

The tiny body was slippery, and he held her tightly, afraid...

- 16th June 2020 0

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