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(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

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

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 respond

Grieving after the death of a loved one can take away all of your energy and can leave you feeling isolated from those around you. You just can’t seem to connect with colleagues, people from your comm

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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

Supporting Families and Medical Professionals through Loss in the COVID-19 PandemicI watched my father draw his last breath via the Ring app on my phone. When I first learned of his stroke, I rushed t

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 veh

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, yo

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 mor

By Bethellyn Gordon | Founder, Beautiful Obituary There is a particular kind of silence that comes when someone asks you to write an obituary. You may know the person better than almost anyone, yet su

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

Despite the sympathy, concern, and comfort I received from my husband, Bill, Preston’s three brothers, relatives, and friends to help me grieve Preston’s death, I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want

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 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

A Mother’s Work Is Never Doneby Richard L. BelfordThere are people, we cannot replace,debts we can never repay,times only we remember.I recall your losing more than could be given, giving more than co