Navigating The Rippling Land of Grief: Reflections on the Journey

On January 6, 1999, the Feast of the Epiphany of the Magi and the official end of the Christmas season, instead of celebrating, I learned that my twenty-year-old daughter, Meg, had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. For me, who has a great deal of experience working with hospice patients and bereavement ministries, this news hit much closer to home. A writer, I decided to keep a personal journal to help me stay focused on navigating this now deeply personal journey.

As the days progre...