When someone we care about dies you might see life in black and white for a while. The color goes out of our lives in times of loss. For most people it comes back eventually.  Don't despair you will see the full spectrum of colors in time. Almost a week has gone by since I was sitting in a Lutheran church in the rainy Pacific NW waiting for a funeral service to start. I looked around me and in the crowd saw the faces of so many former colleagues from KOMO TV. Some I had not

I woke up this morning anticipating that it might be a bit sad for me because it is my son's birthday and he is not here. He hasn't been here  meaning on earth in body for quite a number of years now. Yes, I still miss him and yes, his birthday is always a little difficult. Anyway, I grabbed my cell phone out of habit. I always check to make sure there aren't any messages from my children. Well, one message caught my eye. It was from one of my best friends who lives in NC. I

Grief is a journey. It is a series of ups and downs. The path can be like a hilly climb. Sometimes rocky and sometimes smooth. Or the journey can feel more like peaks and valleys. One day you feel up and the next you are laid low. One thing is for certain...when a parent is grieving the loss of his or her child it is devastating. It is my observation that many parents of a single child might suffer an even greater cruelty when their only child dies. My dear friend April had