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© Iris Waichler A cloud of cigarette smoke stood stationary as my mother held court at our kitchen table.  It hung in the air surrounding the overhead hanging light. The smoke cloud was ever present

I often write about how grief has changed me, how loss has heightened my sensitivity to my surroundings, to others, to life itself. It is never more apparent than when I listen to a meaningful song or

August 2022(based on Griever voice from the article – A Brief Encounter of the Grief Kind)*Found poem is one where material from existing piece(s) of writing is selectively pulled and then patched, k

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

By Nancy Worley Harrison When I was a child, I believed that as I grew up, the adults around me would naturally grow down. It seemed only right and just at the time. Now I chuckle in

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

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

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

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'

(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 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

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

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

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

© 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

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

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

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

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'

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-