In Memory of

This page is dedicated to three remarkable people, all of whom are gone.

The first to die was my Dad, Bud.  I was only 12 and he was only 48.  His death immediately altered my life and my future.  It set me on a journey to understand death, thus enhancing the meaning of life.

My stepson, Doug, died suddenly at the age of 28, as a result of Type I diabetes.  His death showed me that the only way I could make meaning of his loss and the pain was to live better.

My mother died August 17, 2005.  I did not understand, until I moved through this year without her, what her presence and love in my life meant.  I want to share the words she spoke to me a week before she died (which is exactly a year ago as I write these words):

“Having fun, being kind, and loving are the most important things.”