Grief Digest Articles

People love to hear our stories. It’s part of our innate curiosity. It reveals who we are, and where we came from. It is a record of how we got to where we are right now. Stories are repeated and may be passed down from one generation to another. When an uncle died, whom I didn’t see in nearly 30 years, I found myself making excuses to dismiss my obligation to go to the funeral. I reasoned that I wouldn’t recognize any of the relatives anymore, nor would they recognize me!Eventually, I decided t …

In 1963 it was the assassination of a president. In 1986 it was the explosion of the Space Shuttle witnessed by millions of children on TV. September 11, 2001 was the terrorist attack. By 2022, Covid-19 had killed more than a million Americans and millions of others throughout the world. In 2022 war broke out in Eastern Europe. Each of these shocking events thrust our children into the face of death in a sudden and graphic way. As much as you can for a moment, I want you to imagine that you are …

Management and Coping Techniques When You Have a Chronic ConditionHave you recently been diagnosed with a chronic illness that is causing you physical discomfort or even pain? If so, you are probably eager to find some safe pain management techniques that work. Dealing with a chronic condition can be a burden in other ways besides physical pain, too: it is stressful not knowing when you may have a flare-up, and frustrating when others around you don’t recognize the seriousness of what you are en …

wandering from room to roomafraid of the radiator clangsunsure if they can be fixed.Sleep disturbed.Looking at your yellow sweater on our bedmemories of dressy, happy times,standing close by the fireplace,you at least a head taller than Ia handsome couplebefore my accident, before you got sickbefore you died, before I got deathly ill.Loving people come and goa treasure, and yet I have not criedfor two days.I'm lost..The world looks plastic, fakeLife goes on for seeminglyeveryone but me.My heart …

The feel of your hand in mine, the feel of your shoulders when we hug the feel of your stunning soft white hair the feel of your fingers as we drive the feel of you. Now that presence is gone. Unimaginably, impossibly gone. I look out the window to see if your car is here. I long for that touch, that first kiss hello, that deep and sexy voice, that boisterous laugh. I yearn for a trip, short or long, in your Jeep, …