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The Myth of Closure(Post)
(a grief support group presentation)A couple of years ago I was visiting my 97-year-old mother and the conversation turned to significant people in our lives. She got a wistful look in her eyes, and ...
Curtains to Sorrow(Post)PJ MoonIt ruptured through the curtains;once veiled, now seen. Though unbelieving, stilted portraits stumble along a stony path in the mind.What wishes, what cravings go unfulfilled.It uttered throug ...
PROXY GRIEF(Post)By Bob Baugher, Ph.D.I have a question for you: Following the death of your loved one, who have you been most worried about? Say the name now in your mind. See this person’s face as they first respon ...
Me and you?(Post)Why do flowers grow?Don’t they know?That with the winter snowThey will go.Why do trees stand tall?Above us allWith coming of the fallThey’ll hear the callWhy would birds want to sing?AnythingThe new ...
Tales From the Wishbone Tree(Post)By Helly Eaton The wishbone tree is a simple but special place in the wilds of West Dorset. It’s set on high ground with to-die-for views (he did), and we scattered Robin’s ashes there (‘ashes’ ...
The Grace of Companioning (Post)Matt, I swear if one more person tells me that “I know just how you feel” or “God needed another angel” or that your death was “meant to be,” I won’t be responsible for my bad behavior.Letters for Gr ...
DAD(Post)I still have the red bear you won for me at the fair.I was young, so were you.Years later I learned you bought the bear from the carnie.Today the bear sits in a chair in the dining room.His fur is fa ...
THE POWER OF THE BUTTERFLY(Post)Since 1958, I have been writing stories that I have encountered and impacted my life. This, however, is the very last one that I shall write for no other story could even compare. It is not only th ...
Answers to the Grief Question, “How are You?”(Post)In 2007 four family members died: my elder daughter, father-in-law, brother, and former son-in-law. My daughter Helen was the mother of my twin grandchildren (one boy, one girl) and died from the inj ...
Finding My Way Back(Post)On June 9, my mom passed away. Nine days later, my dad followed. My family and I buried them together on June 22, setting butterflies free as the sun set.My parents were my rock. They were always the ...
What Would You Give(Post)What would you giveTo not feel this pain?How much is it worthNot to have to explain?What price would you payTo not shed a tear?What value placed onNot feeling this fear?To feel no more guiltFor no mo ...
Traumatic Shock(Post)Nothing in my fourteen-year hospice career ever could have prepared me for June 9, 2005, when my mother and my two adult children were flown to Shock Trauma in critical condition following a motor ve ...
In the Eye's of a Child(Post)I see fun, I see laughterI feel secrets and wonderI see rollercoasters and tagI feel a darkside and thunderWhat is this called?A see-saw it feelsI am so high in the skyNow in the ground I am sealedWh ...
Funebris (funeral)(Post)Funebris (funeral)PJ MoonOnce upon a time, J. C. Ryle, Bishop of Liverpool, England, pastorally penned how a few more funerals, and our own funeral will take place. Though the world has moved on sinc ...
A (Open) Letter to My Dearest Mama by Rudy de Leon Dinglas(Post)(Photo is Rudy's Mama)I cannot believe that it is almost one year to the day when I last physically held you and heard your beautiful voice, my dearest Mama. I can still imagine every curve of your f ...
THESE DAYS(Post)By Richard Lawrence BelfordIt’s hard to believe, as I look ahead to and beyond another Father’s Day that my own father has been gone for three years now, as it is equally difficult to realize that it ...
THE TIMES THE ARE A 'CHANGIN'(Post)If you have hair my color—nearly all white now—you’ll remember this from Bob Dylan and the 60s:“Come gather ‘round people wherever you roam,and admit that the waters around you have grown.And accept ...
NOTHING NEW OR NORMAL(Post)The new normal. Or so they say. After six months I still don't know what's "new" or "normal" about this life.The word "new" implies excitement. If something is new, you want it, you run towards it, y ...
YOU WERE ALWAYS TELLING ME TO REMEMBER(Post)you were always telling me rememberKrista Houstouni forget everythingbut youi forget the way i wasand sometimes i forgetthe way i wanted to bebut never your wayto open a heart and howyou told mei cou ...
The Jars(Post)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 c ...
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