Grief Digest Articles

The emotional terrain you navigate after losing a loved one can often feel like an uncharted wilderness, fraught with pitfalls of sadness and uncertainty. Yet, even in the bleakest moments, there's a path that can lead you toward renewal, peace, and eventually, a new understanding of life's intricate tapestry. How you walk this path varies from person to person, but certain steps can provide critical waypoints to guide you along the way. In this article, courtesy of Centering, we offer a …

REWIND:I wrote a similar article many years ago, but since the recent death of my husband, I have a new perspective now. I thought I learned so much about grief that I could recite what’s normal about it in my dreams (and sometimes I did.) However, grief has a way of teaching us, molding us, and preparing us for something greater in life than what we have already experienced. So, this is a “rewind and relearn, on my journey through new grief. It includes an enlightening new outlook on fri …

“Did you know you can pause your cable while you grieve?” the customer service representative offered. My eyes grew large. My mouth dropped open, then transitioned to a smirk. Freshly widowed, I called the cable provider in hopes of downgrading to the cheapest plan. I needed to reduce my monthly expenses, and pausing cable wasn’t a terrible idea. It would allow me to live in the land between cable and no cable.But I was taken aback by the lack of compassion. I assumed the agent would offer …

Written by J. Lewis III (John L. Clark III.) To people dealing with grief, it seems like the world is constantly against them. Honestly, it is not personal; life is an equal-opportunity screw-off. Anyone can get it, but although that is the case, navigating through all the minutia that seems to be in your way is challenging. Life is easy, but living it is hard. It is one reason why the world’s suicide rate is so high. Over 800,000 people fall victim annually. It is not that some people we …

I started planting roses and for a few years it was this peaceful respite that I looked forward to each summer. Radiant petals would bloom, rising out of cold, lifeless soil bursting into an explosion of color.Early May, I started the cycle again and for weeks the roses were vibrant and rich with life. My dad died and I realized I was no better at grief than I had been before. For two days we clung to the tiniest sliver of hope. We showed up, we stood vigil, we prayed, we cried. I watched m …