Grief Digest Articles

wandering from room to roomafraid of the radiator clangsunsure if they can be fixed.Sleep disturbed.Looking at your yellow sweater on our bedmemories of dressy, happy times,standing close by the fireplace,you at least a head taller than Ia handsome couplebefore my accident, before you got sickbefore you died, before I got deathly ill.Loving people come and goa treasure, and yet I have not criedfor two days.I'm lost..The world looks plastic, fakeLife goes on for seeminglyeveryone but me.My heart …

The feel of your hand in mine, the feel of your shoulders when we hug the feel of your stunning soft white hair the feel of your fingers as we drive the feel of you. Now that presence is gone. Unimaginably, impossibly gone. I look out the window to see if your car is here. I long for that touch, that first kiss hello, that deep and sexy voice, that boisterous laugh. I yearn for a trip, short or long, in your Jeep, …

Opening windows, cleaning closets, and tossing out the old stuff to make room for the new has always been a ritual of mine in the early spring. I was so ready for the fresh air of new bright life coming forth after being cooped up in the cold, dark winter months. I was excited and feeling fairly peppy when I started pulling out the clothes tucked away haphazardly in the late fall months. I felt good just thinking about the change of seasons. I was not prepared for what I would find in my has …

One of my most favorite childhood stories is “Goldilocks and The Three Bears.” I had been given the book by a dear uncle, so for me, it was a treasure. Every time I read it, I felt connected to him. Colorful pictures depicting bowls of porridge, funny rocking chairs, and warm cozy beds enticed me to read the story repeatedly. I think I even memorized each character. That story became part of my personality as I earned the nickname “Goldilocks” from my late husband.When he was alive, we’d of …

10 Reasons Why You Should Consider Decorating a Tree When GrievingWe dragged the tubs of Christmas ornaments from the basement just like we always did before he died. They sat on the living room floor unopened. A naked evergreen tree sat unadorned in the corner of the room beckoning to be touched and beautified. In my heart, there was an incredible emptiness and fear. The thought of putting up a Christmas tree after the death of our son, Chad, created questions and strong protest. Why should I …