Grief Digest Articles

I’ve stayed here too longIt’s time to be strongNo more excusesIt’s time to move onBut strong I don’t feelThis is all so unrealIt’s like walking in dreamsThis holds no appealGot to keep believingThat I’m not leavingHer memory behindIt’s that I’m still grievingI keep thinking of herThe way that things wereSince she’s been goneIt’s all been a blurHow could I do thisWhen so much I still missI’d give all my daysFor just one more kissWhy can’t I go backTo where life was on trackBefore it all changedAn …

Remember them.Say their name out loud.Close your eyes, quiet your mind and breathe. Call them to you.Picture them at their best…Their eyesTheir smileTheir laughTalk to them… tell them how you miss them, love them, wish they were here. Tell them what you need them to know, what is weighing so heavy on your soul. Release your pain. Release your burdens. Tell them. Tell them how you struggle, fear, rage, question, weep, wail. And tell them how you endure, how you carry on through the heaviness of d …

I recently watched the movie “The Bucket List” for the 5th time. Each time I watch the movie, I see another lesson about living life. For those who have not seen the movie, I don’t want to go into detail but it’s about two men who are diagnosed with cancer and became unlikely friends while sharing a hospital room. At one point, they start a “bucket list” of things they want to do when they complete their treatments. The movie’s message is invaluable and I believe we all can learn from the lesson …

When I was born, after penicillin but before the Internet, death and grief were shrouded in euphemism. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross changed that when she published “On Death and Dying” in 1969. She observed her terminal patients go through a five-step process: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. Yet in practice, patients were denied knowledge of their impending death. Heroic doctors doing the utmost bankrupted families and degraded the end-of-life quality for the patient. Kübler-Ross wan …

Little whispers in the night,as I lay beside her bed.I strained so hard to hear the words;what had my Mama said?Were they words reflecting a time long past;with her parents on the farm?Or a time when she had little ones;keeping them from harm?Some of it was gibberish,but within the gentle sound;was comfort knowing she was here –in this moment – Now!I’ve left her room, it’s time to go;now I am homeward bound,So high above the billowing clouds,where glimpses of Heaven are found.Where her soul may …