On Sunday’s I’m posting poetry written by my mother-in-law, Bettie Lou. Writing poetry was a form of therapy after losing her husband and then her youngest son in 1985.


The death of parents is expected.

The death of a spouse is bearable.

But the death of a son is expected? Bearable? Never.

His birth was difficult but left no scars.

How could I expect to be gutted and scarred by his death –

Left with no visible point of attachment.

Bettie Lou’s son and my brother-n-law, Mark, died as a result of a car accident in 1985. He would have celebrated his 54th birthday today.

4 thoughts on “Death…Unexpected

  1. The death of a child leaves a hollow spot and one extremely difficult to heal! Glad your mother-in-law could write about it.Hope it brought some comfort to her…Happy Birthday Mark!

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