Grief Digest Articles

I’m the healing father I am today because of the people I met yesterday, and the yesterday before that and the yesterday before that, and on and on. Many of those people jumped in and jumped out, leaving me with fleeting bits of goodness. Others jumped in in a dark way, but I’m grateful for them too because of the lessons I’ve learned by how I reacted to their darkness. A few precious people stuck to me, embedding themselves like a cherished memory. Many of those who stuck to me are parents who …

(the Norman Rockwell way)Shirley’s husband of forty-two years died suddenly of a heart condition. Brittany’s husband has served in the U.S. Army in Iraq for the past nine months. This was supposed to be their first Christmas together, but he won’t be home. Martha is homebound and lives in an assisted living facility; her family is hundreds of miles away. Stuart’s son died; everyone asks how his wife is doing, but no one asks how he is feeling. Shelley was recently divorced and lives with her mot …

I’ll be home for ChristmasYou can count on meI’ll be home for Christmas…I hear the wordson the radio and in my mind.I see your face,your eyes, smiling at me.I am filledwith incredible sadnessknowing thatYou won’t be home for Christmas.Not this year,Not next year,Not anymore years ever again,no matter how many timesthe song plays.Everywhere people are getting readyto celebrate the season,while I am left to mourn your deathand wonder if it will everfeel like Christmas againif I will ever feel happ …

I’m tired of low fat; I’m tired of fat free. I’m tired of thinking rice cakes are good; they’re not the same as Oreos! I’m tired of trying to be creative in my thinking, my eating, my living, and I’m tired of dreading the holiday season. In fact, I’m just plain tired!The holidays will be here soon enough. I think they actually start right after the 4th of July because that’s when the clothing ads feature sweaters and winter coats. WHO can think of wearing wool when it’s 103! Am I crazy or is the …

No matter what time of the year, no matter what the weather or season, one holiday follows on the heels of another. Thanksgiving turkeys race Halloween pumpkins while the New Year baby sits and looks at the Christmas tree or watches a lighted menorah. The Easter bunny chases St. Paddy’s Day, leprechauns holding Valentine hearts, while Fourth of July fireworks light up Labor Day. And that’s not all there is to torture us while we grieve. We have personal anniversaries—death anniversaries, birthda …