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Astral Plane

Posted on February 6, 2019November 21, 2019 by hallgrabs

I like those few days in the south when the snow or ice leads schools to cancel and affords some of us lucky ones to work from home in our pajamas.  It’s God’s way of saying “Slow down.  You need the rest.” A few weeks ago I was gifted such a day.  We didn’t get … Continue reading Astral Plane →

Tagged death, faith, friend, high school, life lessons, lovenotes, meningitis6 Comments

Metamorphosis

Posted on May 8, 2018April 23, 2019 by hallgrabs

Memory can be quite peculiar. On most days I can’t tell you what I ate for breakfast, yet I can give you the phone number to Airport and Intown Taxi, my frequent ride home from late nights in Chapel Hill, if you should ever need it.  I don’t know where I often drop my cell … Continue reading Metamorphosis →

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Awakenings

Posted on March 19, 2018April 23, 2019 by hallgrabs

Mice scare me. The tinier, the more monsterous. The smallest shadow out of the corner of my eye, whether it be scurrying across my kitchen floor or in an open garden field, will put me in a tailspin. My squeals often rival those of my three-year-old.  I run. I seek higher ground. And I wait. … Continue reading Awakenings →

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Dreams

Posted on February 6, 2018April 23, 2019 by hallgrabs

I have long been a dreamer of dreams. As a young girl I remember a particular dream of swimming in our backyard pool with my friends and a porcupine. Yes, a porcupine. Now I don’t know if porcupines are good swimmers or not, but this one doggy-paddled with ease right beside me. I loved my … Continue reading Dreams →

Tagged death, dreams, grief4 Comments

September

Posted on August 31, 2017February 22, 2021 by hallgrabs

I have always loved the month of September. It is the month of my husband’s birth and the month I birthed four of our seven children into this world. September often holds on to the lightening bugs of summer while it ushers in the sweater-like days of football tailgates. It simply is the best month … Continue reading September →

Tagged death, holding on, Hospice14 Comments

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