Grief Digest Articles

WHEN TOM LEFT, I CRIEDBob BaugherWe hugged good-bye on the porch. As he carried his suitcases to the car, my throat was tight as tears streamed down my face. He lifted the hatchback lid, placed the suitcases inside, looked up at me, waved, climbed into his car and drove away. As I stood there sobbing, I found myself wondering why I was taking this so hard.It began in August, 1990—the third time my mother’s cancer had returned and this time it was incurable. Doctors were able to surgically remove …

After two years of battling brain cancer, my mom was gone.Waves of sadness washed over me. I’d run through these trails a thousand times so why did I feel so lost? A disarray of emotions poured through my entire being as I ran the familiar paths.I cared for my fragile mom, planned her memorial, tried to ease my dad’s pain, and protect my children’s hearts while I packed my own pain away. Time could not be spent on my own grief while there were others needing comfort. I had to continue to be the …

AN EARLY EULOGYBY NANCY WORLEYWouldn’t it be appropriate if eulogies could be heard by the person before they die? Expressing gratitude before death, benefits both the giver and receiver and provides encouragement during difficult times.My neighbor Pete died in July of 2015. I moved next door to him three years before he died. The doc had told him his time was limited -- maybe six months, he had a leaky heart valve and was ineligible for any new clinical trials.“I’m gonna live until I die,” was …

A Mother’s Work Is Never Doneby Richard L. BelfordThere are people, we cannot replace,debts we can never repay,times only we remember.I recall your losing more than could be given, giving more than could be repaid,more times, than can be remembered.My dreams are bountiful, your misgivings fueled my desire to succeed, your patience sustained me through adversity. I always strived to do the same.When that which we had seems forever lost, I often look to the evening sky for a glimpse of the brighte …

Painful Power-Kristen Ladetto“There are two types of pain, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.” –AnonymousRecognizing that my pain is my power is a long, never ending, tedious, and grueling process. Fueling my life in an infinite amount of ways that I never knew possible, and leaning on it like a child with a broken leg who leans on a crutch. Begging God for a softer heart is not a daily task, but it seems as though it should be. However, the lonely and bitter drives me to do so…s …