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The Voicebox

Blogs for people who lost their voice during their journey with illness

June 17, 2020

Making sense of my grief: I need scaffolding

Making sense of my grief: I need scaffolding I remember a day in 1979 when I studied social work, and our lecturer taught us that youmight […]
June 17, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Death is a wobble

It is two days after I found you dead. There was some unavoidable laundry to be done. The washing machine flooded the kitchen floor on my […]
June 9, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Lazarus come forth!

John 11:4 When Jesus heard that Lazarus was sick, He said: “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son […]
June 8, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: “HONEY, I’M HOME!”

I opened my Bible to Job 30:31 “My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.” You went home […]
June 5, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: You prepare a table for me.

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF:  YOU PREPARE A TABLE BEFORE ME Last night I had dinner for one.  I picked the serviettes you chose for Christmas.  […]
June 4, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Star gazer

Making sense of my grief:  Star gazer I bought you a telescope for your 50th birthday and lost you to the stars. The scientist in you was […]
June 1, 2020

An ode to Andre de la Porte, my love

SEARCHING FOR SUNSHINE:  AN ODE TO ANDRE DE LA PORTE, MY LOVE In what font could I type this letter that would soften the blow, make […]