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Posted by: Corry Roach on 6/28/2010 | 0 Comments

Yesterday was spent at the funeral of the son of a family very dear to us. Although he was in his mid sixties, he was a brother and a son to those who loved him. As a family of men, it was a lesson for me to again appreciate the importance that mourning plays in the healing of the human heart.

 I came home with a renewed appreciation and gratitude for all the time I'd spent at the feet of my mentor, the late Dr Elisabeth Kubler Ross, and her sharing of insights and compassion that allowed me to be of help to this family yesterday. And as is true to form it seems, after some introspection, I wrote a poem...

Posted by: Corry Roach on 6/25/2010 | 1 Comment

 Far too soon, it seems, the second anniversary of my sister Eelbren's death from cancer had come on May 29. I again visited her grave, as I did last year. This time, I planted a lovely lilac tree between her and my parents' graves. They all loved lilacs, and I noted it was the only tree in the windblown prairie cemetery. She'd be pleased!

 This time, it took longer for the stillness to settle in me, where I could let the words float into my writing through poetry, which I felt I needed to do to honour her memory and my feelings about her passing too soon. Her spirit is so often here with me... Delightful...smiling, always smiling...

And the poem comes...

Posted by: Corry Roach on 6/25/2010 | 0 Comments

Recently, I was invited to join a suicide prevention and awareness group on Facebook. In reading the tragic stories, as well as being able to add my own, I feel I need to give what I can to the topic of awareness and prevention of an issue that leaves such devastating holes in the lives of those left behind by suicide.



Posted by: Corry Roach on 6/23/2010 | 0 Comments

I am often struck at how life’s experiences are all so interconnected within each individual person. We are indeed a tangle of experiences, and it is up to us what we do with those bundles, and how much we recognize the gifts in all of them, regardless of whether we name them in sorrow or in joy. I so appreciate Kahlil Gibran’s words, in The Prophet, when he says, Joy and sorrow are inseparable.  Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed…



Posted by: Corry Roach on 6/10/2010 | 0 Comments

Recently I attended the 35th reunion of my graduation as a registered nurse from Galt School of Nursing in Lethbridge. Now long defunct, this hospital style of training was a great way to mold eager students into accountable and caring professionals. The training programs went from our hospital programs to two year college programs or four year university programs, neither of which are the stuff of which we came from. Our experiences of hands on training were immensely effective, and I especially see this in hindsight.


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