I lost my 18 year old son to cancer in 2005.
His cancer opened a door to incredible uncertainty, and to wonder. He favored acceptance over fear and taught me to savor life, to give my time to creativity, to revere human dignity and love.
I’ve tried to honor his legacy through poetry and creative wellness. I would love to send you my book titled I PLAY HIS RED GUITAR.
As a psychotherapist and clinical social worker in private practice in Rochester, New York, my vision is to offer creative wellness workshops to cancer centers and bereavement groups to help people live their very best lives, right now.
I currently serve as the board chair for 13thirty Cancer Connect (www.13thirty.org).
Charles Cote’s remarkable and gorgeous poems, by turns tragic and joyful, lyric and narrative, render precise incisions into our hearts as only the purest poetry can do as they remind us of our deepest losses and most beloved connections. Here are poems that sing us back to the moments in our lives that broke our hearts, as well as the moments that led us to recovery. Here are poems of losing a son, of making sense and order out of the unspeakable, about making ourselves whole again: poems that show how the miracle of poetry will keep us alive.
— Kim Dower, Author of Sunbathing on Tyrone Power’s Grave