Posts Tagged "meaning in tragedy"

Birth of a Fatherless Child

»Posted on Sep 17, 2009 in BLOG, Death Of Spouse, DROP DEAD LIFE, Parenting & Loss | 0 comments

My body is as still as a corpse while my obstetrician shaves the rest of my pubic hair, so that she can neatly slice my womb open. I stare at my right hand, into the dark eyes of the black and white photograph I am holding of my husband, Erik. I study his black hair, his defined jaw, his young 29-year-old skin, probing his face for answers, but the picture has no reply. He should be here. How can he not be here for Keira’s birth? Instead, my mom positions herself to the right of the steel operating table, a piece of her curly black hair straying from her cap. Mom speaks in a whisper. “I am going to be next to you the whole time.” She lightly intertwines her fingers with mine, leaving enough space for Erik’s photograph. I strain my neck...

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Confronting the Lion (Prologue)

»Posted on Aug 23, 2009 in BLOG, DROP DEAD LIFE, Memoir Excerpts | 0 comments

Have yet to figure out the descent from these mountains I have climbed. Two butterflies, burnt orange in shade, dance frantically around me, only an inch away from each other. Bells in the distance, buoys navigate the way, and the fog horn blows on this clear sun-filled day. There are no whales to be seen down below. No seals doing somersaults. No deer hopping their way through the golden summer bushes. I turn off my music so that I may hear the mountain lion preying on me for her morning feast. I figure if she eats me, it was meant to be my day. Beneath my breasts is now a belly which is softer than it was—a capsule recycling souls who have been here before. The power of this womb. What meaning lies ahead for this heart I will reveal one day? A grand ...

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About Hyla Molander

»Posted on Dec 30, 2008 in BLOG, Publicity, & Interviews | 0 comments

About Hyla Molander

I had everything I had ever wanted . . . right up until that Easter Sunday dinner when my 17-month-old daughter and I watched as our beloved Erik slid down the kitchen counter and lay motionless on our white-tiled floor. Erik, 29, was a rising-star manager for Lucas Digital and a devoted husband and father.  I was a successful Northern California children’s photographer, seven months pregnant with our second child. One minute we were laughing, and thirty-five minutes later, Erik was pronounced dead. Never could I have imagined that this tragedy would teach me to live and twice intensity, but now, eight years later, I embrace each day with my new husband (Match.com) and our four children. Now, through my writing and inspirational speaking, I remind others to...

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