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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 …

By Nan ZastrowQuote: “ Someone asked me, “What is your religion?” And I said, “All paths that lead to the light.” Death by suicide is a traumatic event that affects even the strongest families. I thought we had that strong foundation in our faith. We experienced other difficulties in our lives, but none caused the spiritual flame to flicker quite so weakly at Chad’s unexpected death by suicide. It was a time of true spiritual distress that couldn’t immediately be comforted by the Holy Word, pra …

Is it possible, on the cobbled path of grieving, to one day imagine that you will feel strong enough to hold your grief and reach out to others in need? If you had asked me this question a decade ago after the death of my fourteen-year-old daughter Elizabeth from a rare bone cancer, I would have said no. How could I possibly carry the heavy weight of grief and be strong enough to help others who are suffering or needing help on their life’s journey?And yet, there were moments when I saw a mother …