survive: v. to remain alive or in existence: live on; to continue to function or prosper

age: v. to become old: show the effects or the characteristics of increasing age

“No one told me getting old was going to be this hard. I’m tired. I’m done.” I had to agree with my friend. Aging is not for the faint of heart. For many, the daily activities of living as an octogenarian and beyond become grueling tasks. Looking into the future can create fear while the imagination runs wild.

My own experience resembled hitting a wall when I encountered my eightieth birthday . . . or it encountered me. “Age is just a number. You’re only as old as you feel, Mom.” My children tried to offer me encouragement, but I would have none of it.

I am honored and privileged to announce that another book is on the way, coming in mid- to late-June.

In “My Grief Shared: A Tiny Book of Essays,” I share a message of hope while chronicling my personal experience with grief. The essays, written in the midst of my grief journey are bare, raw, open, and honest.

Woven throughout the insightful anecdotes is the fact that death is not the sole source of loss and ensuing grief, making it a relatable read for all. The book can minister to anyone who deals with grief and loss.

A light at the end of the tunnel exists. There is hope.

I hope you will be awaiting the book launching along with me.