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๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐, โ€œ๐†๐จ๐, ๐ˆ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ,โ€ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐, โ€œ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ.โ€

Over the years, through my work in bereavement ministry, I have had the privilege of walking alongside many people as they navigate the painful and unpredictable journey of grief. In grief, people often want to comfort us but struggle to know what to say. Sometimes we hear, โ€œI know how you feelโ€, words that are …

๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐†๐จ๐, ๐ˆ ๐€๐ฆ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐€๐ฆ

One of the gifts of living in the fourth quarter of life is perspective. We look back through a different lens and begin to see Godโ€™s grace in chapters where His presence was not clear to us at the time. Childhood. Adolescence. Marriage and family. Midlife. The empty nest. Retirement looming. And the legacy I …

๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ก: ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” โ€” John 1:5 Some moments never leave us. The JFK assassination. The Challenger explosion. 9/11. The COVID pandemic. We remember exactly where we were, because in those moments grief was not ours alone โ€” we grieved together, what’s often called collective grief. …

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ž

“๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข?” “๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘, ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’,” โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’๐‘‘. โ€” ๐ฟ๐‘ข๐‘˜๐‘’ 18:41 (๐‘๐ผ๐‘‰) Back in 2013, over lunch with an old friend, I was asked a question that changed my life โ€” one I’m still answering today. That friend was Fr. Hank Hilton, SJ, and the lunch was …

๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎรฉ๐ฌ: ๐†๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ, ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ

โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’”, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’.โ€ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’˜ ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ Last Friday, I completed the Camino Portuguรฉs, walking 227 miles from Porto through Santiago and then on to Finisterre โ€” often called โ€œthe end of the world.โ€ As I reflect on the journey, three graces stand out: ๐†๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐Ž๐ง๐ž: ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ My first …

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง โ€” ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎรฉ๐ฌ

“๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š ๐™™๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™– ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™š๐™จ, ๐™ฃ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ, ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™– ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™–๐™ก ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ, ๐™– ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™, ๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™ช๐™ค๐™ช๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™Ÿ๐™ค๐™ฎ๐™›๐™ช๐™ก, ๐™—๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™˜๐™ ๐™ฌ๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™ง๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™œ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ฉ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™๐™ค๐™ข๐™š.” โ€” ๐™’๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ง๐™ง๐™ฎ, ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™๐™ฃ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™š๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™™๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ (๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต๐Ÿณ๐Ÿญ) Today, …

๐๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐’๐ž๐ž๐๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐’๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง

โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’๐’โ€ฆ ๐’‚ ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’๐’•.โ€ ๐‘ฌ๐’„๐’„๐’๐’†๐’”๐’Š๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’” ๐Ÿฏ A few days ago, I loaded up my truck with petunias and impatiens โ€” two of my favorite flowers Iโ€™ve been planting for decades. Itโ€™s one of my favorite spring rituals, following weeks of preparation โ€” power raking and fertilizing the lawn and …

Fifteen Years Later: I Still Carry My Dadโ€™s Heart With Me

โ€œi carry your heart with me (i carry it inmy heart) i am never without itโ€ โ€” E. E. Cummings In Bereavement Ministry, we often talk about the โ€œCalendar of Griefโ€ โ€” those dates forever etched in our hearts: a loved oneโ€™s birthday, the anniversary of their passing, wedding anniversaries, and holidays like Motherโ€™s Day, …

๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ฌ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐†๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐Ÿ โ€“ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐‡๐ž ๐๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐

Fifty-four years ago today, my older brother Dennis passed away suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 19. In early 2020, going through my Momโ€™s personal things after her passing, I found this letter โ€” Dennis had written it to me in February 1972, just two months before he died. I was a junior at …

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ

โ€œ๐‘บ๐’†๐’†, ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’ ๐’…๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’–๐’•.โ€ ๐‘น๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐Ÿ‘:๐Ÿ– As I come to the close of my year-long journey through the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola, I find myself returning to certain Scripture passagesโ€”not just for what they meant then, but for how deeply they mirror …