by Tom Puetz | May 20, 2015 | Families and PTSD
It was deep in the winter of 1995. Mom was at the end of a long illness. She was dying. We called for the parish priest. He came and administered last rites. When the priest left I was sitting with mom and she said “I must be pretty bad if the priest came. I... 
by Tom Puetz | Apr 2, 2015 | Poetry
Far away tonight I am so weary but dare not sleep.If I close my eyes and slumberdawn will find you nearly faded.You seem so far away tonight. The candle at our bedsideFlickers in your eyes.Will a light be left therewhen that candle dies? Oh how your eyes passed...