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    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 inju

    Kite(Post)

    As I fly my kiteI think of youIt’s one of the thingsTogether we would doIn that mindless momentI wonder whyAs I watch that kiteDance in the skyWhy can’t you beHere with meThe reason for thisI just can

    Support Groups(Post)

    How to Find a Support GroupThe credo of The Compassionate Friends, an international organization of bereaved parents, says, "You need not walk alone." You will probably discover, if you haven't alread

    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 d

    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'

    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 fa

    I Wish(Post)

    Kids didn't grow up so fast. We always learned from the past. And love would always last.I wish; every Friday that came and went Were followed Saturday by a special event. Sunday nights wouldn't

    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 fad

    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 cr

    Raven(Post)

    Today I saw a ravenAs it quietly flew by.It landed in a treeThat stood nearby.I watched it for a momentWondering if it’s here for me.To take me awayTo set my spirit free.Or maybe it was youSent from a

    Grieving Girls(Post)

    Gerry R. CoxUniversity of Wisconsin-La Crosse Conventional wisdom has long suggested that the grief of boys is not as effective as that of girls. My own work for more than forty years suggests other

    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 coul

    Embracing the Sadness of Grief(Post)

    Sadness is a hallmark symptom of grief, which in turn is the consequence of losing something we care about. In this way you could say that sadness and love are inextricably linked.Yes, when you are gr

    GETTING OVER "IT"(Post)

    This summer we’ll commemorate the seventeenth anniversary of Peter’s death. It doesn’t seem possible that seventeen years have passed; that I have seventeen years of experiences that don’t include Pet

    Married to Grief(Post)

    © Sakinah N. Freeman ----------------------------- See, I didn’t ask for this marriage, grief found me anyway. It slipped into my life quietly, wearing the scent of memories, I still love. At first, I

    It's Time(Post)

    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

    Ten Steps—A Plan for Healing from Spiritual Distress During Grief(Post)

    By Nan ZastrowQuote: “ Someone asked me, “What is your religion?” And I said, “All paths that lead to the light.” Death by suicide is a traumatic event that affects even the strongest families. I tho

    Some Days Aren’t Diamonds(Post)

    It's 2 a.m. in San Diego, and I've been up for an hour. I can't sleep. I am bleary eyed, but wide awake.
I always miss my son, and I will until the day I die, which goes without saying, Lately, I don'

    Twins: A Reflection(Post)

    She’s a woman in her mid-sixties and still dresses exclusively in bright neon colors. She cries before she talks. She knows she has come here to discuss her husband’s death. As she wipes her tears I n

    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 s

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