Reflections & Musings

A poem by Steve Hollingsworth...

At the height of my grief, I found many of these songs to be soothing and comforting, or I found the lyrics were able to put into words some of the emotions that I was experiencing. Due to copyright issues, Lisa’s Legacy cannot provide a direct link to most of the songs. However, when you are feeling melancholy, sad, or at a loss, I encourage you to listen to these songs of comfort (on YouTube). May they help with your healing process. ~Ann Filler Since I Lost You

Many times each day, I pass by the bookshelves in our family room. In addition to books and knickknacks, I see framed pictures of our family. Some are pictures taken on a vacation, some are pictures taken during the holidays and a couple of them were taken at restaurants when we were out for a special meal. I cherish these pictures as they bring back many happy memories. These pictures were taken with a regular camera as cell phones did not have camera capabilities. Some da

Like so many others that have been on the news these last three days, I want to extend my sympathies to the families in Texas who have lost loved ones. I know first-hand the pain and sorrow of losing a child. The pain may become less intensified over time, but the grief is always there. But another emotion that comes bubbling up in me is anger. Anger at politicians who blame the schools for not doing enough to stop the mass shootings. Anger at the stronghold that the NRA ha

I’ve been reading the book, “Finding Meaning: The Sixth Stage of Grief” by David Kessler. It’s been an interesting read, and I find that there are parts that I really like and some parts I would question. I would welcome anyone who reads it, to give me your thoughts.

The other day, my daughter, husband and I were eating dinner at an Italian restaurant. I noticed a tattoo of a white snowy owl on the arm of our server. It extended along the inner arm, from the elbow down to her wrist and was beautifully done. When I asked the server about her tattoo, she said that it was in honor of her daughter who died. On the night that she died, the family saw a white snowy owl outside of her daughter’s bedroom window. When I attended a grief supp

The holidays have come and gone and quite frankly, I’m glad they’re over. For years, when I was growing up, Christmas was a wonderful, magical time of year. Decorated tree, presents, Santa, stockings all led up to the anticipation of Christmas Day. The "big day" entailed presents to be opened. Stockings to explore. Scrumptious meals. Church and singing Christmas carols. But this year seemed so very different to me. The pandemic altered family get togethers. No large parti