Grief Digest Articles

By Soledad Morillo Belloso Grief is a pain that does not disappear, it only changes its form. Sometimes it is a gale that sweeps everything in its path. At other times it is a whisper, an echo that creeps into everyday life. But sooner or later, grief finds what it is looking for: its container. It becomes an invisible bottle that we carry with us, that weighs but does not break, that fills with emptiness, tears and silences. It is not about enclosing the pain to forget it, but to give it a spac …

By Sheetal Mihir Patel Grief — Ride or Die. A ride you don’t buy a ticket for. There are times we want to stop the ride,and be done.There are times we feel like we’re flying through the air,feeling the breeze. And times where we think we can’t make it,can’t breathe —and feel like it’s the last day on earth. Halfway down,we learn to handle the feelings,and start to think,“It’s okay. You got this.” Gravity comes from gratitude in our live …

By Pam Luschei When the movie, The Way, with Martin Sheen came out in 2010, I watched with piqued interest, and then went about my business. It wasn’t until 2022, when a friend asked if I wanted to go with her to walk the Camino de Santiago in Spain. My answer was, “why not?” In 2018, after the sudden loss of my husband, my world was transformed, physically, emotionally, socially, and spiritually. Grief mauled me like a bear, and I began the slow process of recovery by walking …

By Amie Ndure "Such a weird, pulling, overly complex experience. So universal yet contrastingly painfully unique, isolating and personal. She didn't just leave or die, I'm constantly losing her but by bit which is probably the most painful part. First it was her scent, then how she hugged with so much warmth and excitement and now how she sounds. I don't know where to look for her anymore, anywhere I seem to try pushes me down piercing and confronting realities I can't find her and I don't think …

Eileen Vorbach Collins Your death wasn’t real. I knew you’d come back, that it was, all of it, a bad dream. The worst dream ever dreamed. When after the first day of shiva— after I laughed and chatted, served cake and coffee, after the people went home to their lives—it became real, I thought I would never laugh again. I couldn’t hear, the silence was so loud without you. Those tickets to a comedy show bought long before, now felt so wrong. But just months after you …