Grieving Grace is penned with pain as words bleed from heart to page. Doug writes about the death march with his family as they spend sleepless nights and tearful days by the bedside of their dying mother. Death comes to us all; we have that in common. But the way it comes is as unique as you. And death comes in its own time. For those who are afforded the foreknowledge of its coming there is a process that takes place within a person and they begin to understand the reality of their own mortality. During this process people begin to withdraw from this world as they prepare to enter the next. Experience what takes place from both sides of the bed as Grieving Grace shares: “This part of our story was written two weeks before our mother’s home going. It represents what often takes place prior to death. As you read notice the different manifestations common within the process of withdrawal.” Grieving Grace shares real life stories as they happen and answers tough questions like: How do you say good-bye? How do you tell her she’s dying? What do kids know about going? What are the five W’s of withdrawal? What common symptoms accompany the dying? What happens in the final weeks, days and hours? Death’s constant companion is grief and its home looks like an endless tunnel dark and deep. But it’s no place to call home—only a place to travel through. There is an exit to grief’s dark tunnel and you can find it. These stories, although sown in sorrow, provide comfort and hope for those traveling through the dark days of grief. Grieving Grace written in grief reaps a harvest of relief. We're thankful. My wife and I live a life of endless summers. We spend winters in Florida and summers on a lake in Minnesota. No-we're not retired. We fish a lot-and catch too, sometimes. Personally, I'd rather fish than catch...but not my wife, Roxy-she's a catcher, and a talker. She likes to get involved with all the activities and chat with all the folks. Not me. We could sit on the shore or in the boat and say about two words all day-and I'd think we had a great conversation. I like to write though. Come to think of it-I'd rather write than talk. "Reckon that's 'cuz me words get all twangled up and my tongue aint got no delete button." Words roll off my fingers better than my tongue. Or at least it seems that way-just don't look at the worn out 'delete' key on my laptop. Too bad it's not that way with life. Don't you wish you could just hit 'delete' and some things would just vanish-and then, you'd get a do-over? But, then again, perhaps it is that way with life-or maybe I should say Life. Because with God, all things can be made new. We're thankful. If you want to listen to me tell stories off the front porch of my blog, you're always welcome to stop by for a visit at Spurling Silver.