Grief Digest Articles

I wish I would have told you how much I loved you so. I thought I had a lot of time before I’d have to let you go.I wish I would have told you how great I think you are. The things I did or didn’t say will forever leave a scar.I wish that I could hold your hand and see your smiling face. Ever since the day you left, my world’s a darker place.I wish that I could call you and talk about our day. I would talk to you forever with a million things to say.I wish you didn’t have to leave, I wish you co …

My heart is broken.My life is broken.I look out on a world askew,forever changed.Nothing looks right.I am in an alien land of loss,lost myself. Who could imaginethis pain?The world is coldersince my last great loss.Nothing is in person.Groups wait three monthsbefore connecting grievingpartners, soul mates, companions.Therapists go by the clock,bill for every minute.The chaplain who ranopen ended groups foryears has retired.I think back on all the poignantstories of the bereaved,and this comforts …

Supporting Families and Medical Professionals through Loss in the COVID-19 PandemicI watched my father draw his last breath via the Ring app on my phone. When I first learned of his stroke, I rushed to sweet home Alabama to be by his side and do everything in my power to help him recover from this particular setback. Little did I know that this was the first domino to fall in a long line of diagnoses that would later result in a trip back home with my entire family to send my father off in a new …

Grieving after the death of a loved one can take away all of your energy and can leave you feeling isolated from those around you. You just can’t seem to connect with colleagues, people from your communities, and sometimes even friends. I know this feeling of being wiped out and isolated by grief after my fourteen-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, died from a rare bone cancer. I didn’t have the energy to go to work or talk with people who were concerned about me. I was deep in a tunnel of grief.I wi …

Shafts of light cut sharply through the southern facing windows of the greenhouse. Dust particles dance and sway like fairies celebrating the last rays of sun before evening. I sink into the comfortable green couch that was my family’s refuge in times when children’s tears needed comforting, sprained ankles and fevers required rest, and just plain old snuggling was required. I wait for my son, Ryan, to finish dressing for bed, and join me for our nightly story time ritual. No longer a toddler, h …