The contemplative home of Skylar D. McManus
Delivered November 1, 2014 I am Skylar, DaLee's eldest surviving son. My mother claimed in a notebook she gave to me that she hated being forced to come to church. If she were here to witness this service, I hope that she would enjoy it nevertheless. I admit that I am torn in two: I… Continue reading An Elegy for My Mother
If I die before you do, I'll wait at the golden gates for you. And if I don't see you on judgment day, I'll know you went the other way. And just to prove my love to you, I'll go to hell in search of you. —Alice DaLee, date unknown R.I.P., Muh. May 15, 1974–October… Continue reading A Mother’s Promise
My pride and joy, that's what you are. You are my life, my guiding star. When I am weak you make me strong. It's been you teaching me all along. For all the times I let you down, I'm sorry I wasn't there. Please know I was thinking of you. If not for you, I… Continue reading A Poem from My Mother
