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HELEN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT(Post)
From the heart of Bill WhittakerMy wife, Helen, and Fred Astaire went way back. At least, it seemed that way to me. It started in the 1960s, when Helen moved from Connecticut to Chicago to take a job
Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear(Post)It is November 2014. My mom died almost two years ago. I kind of held my breath thinking that at the one-year mark I would have the strength to “be okay and be ready to move on,” but after two years
I Will Call Us a Blessing(Post)By Eileen Vorbach Collins Penguins travel and rest on rafts made of their collective bodies. On land, they huddle, constantly shifting, small steps, each taking its turn rotating into the warm middle.
Mr. Death, I Am No Longer Afraid(Post)© Maria Odessky Rosen I once was so afraid of death. The first time I attended a funeral, I became hysterical seeing the corpse openly displayed and hearing the moans and sobs of the dearly beloved. M
A LIVING EULOGY(Post)© RICHARD BELFORD In this life no one is promised tomorrow, and we often leave or are left wishing we had just five more minutes. This makes grief one of society’s most misunderstood and profoundly
When You Lose Both of Your Parents to the Same Disease(Post)By Juliana Parker, LPCC My sister and I grew up with a huge, beautiful avocado tree in our backyard. Its fruit wasn't the size you find in grocery stores. Each one was closer to a small bowling ball.
PIECED TOGETHER(Post)Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the kings horses and all the kings men Couldn’t put Humpty together againThe image of this old children’s rhyme stuck in my mind as
The Velvet Box(Post)My significant other was married for 52 years. We met online. Their anniversary and her death date anniversary approach.“I cried yesterday.” We are preparing dinner in my kitchen.“It’s been less than
Echoes of Fractures and Memories (Post)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
Two Parts, One Love(Post)When our loved ones were physically alive, they were the combination of their bodies and their souls, both loved equally. Those two seemingly inseparable parts created their lives. When they were in o
Working Toward Peace(Post)In one- month my son will have been gone three years. I find it difficult to believe, and when I think back to the awful day he left me; the wound opens as if I have just said goodbye. Grief is foreve
A Dozen Ways to Make Good Things from Grief(Post)For me, 2007 was the year of death. That year four family members died, my daughter (mother of my twin grandchildren), father-in-law, brother, and the twins’ father. How would I survive multiple losse
The Telling(Post)The little girl curled up in her mother’s arms. Her mother lay weak and frail in a bed of rumpled sheets, blankets and pillows. Her breath was becoming strained and it was growing more and more diffic
HUNGER AND GRIEF(Post)Hunger and grief: how do these relate? Hunger can preoccupy us, as food gets on our minds and tends to stay on our minds.Grief is similar...thoughts and images of loss can preoccupy us and perseverate
This Casket World(Post)Have you ever thought of this world as a casket?Casket originally meant a small box for jewels or jewelry. It is a storage and repository for valuables. Then, over time, the usage of the word shifted
Three Months Since the Death(Post)Three months have passed since the death. Roughly 12 full weeks, 90 long days, 2,160 humbling hours, 129,600 melting minutes, 7,776,000 solemn seconds. Seems like just yesterday I was holding your han
Baby Boomer's Grief(Post)As members of the Baby Boomer Generation, we are connected to a large population of people who are often looked upon as influential because of the number of people associated with the group. We are
My Heart(Post)The dull pain in my heart still comes and goes,Much the way that a tide ebbs and flows.Alone, I endure this anguish and despair;There is no one who comprehends with whom I can share.In my guilt an
A Wedding, a Death and a Year of Living Alone(Post)As I slowly faded away on the couch with the T.V. blurring to white noise and Aurora’s, our 13-year-old Maltese, furry back arched against my leg, Sue whispered softly into my ear, “Why don’t you go u
THROW SOMEONE A ROPE OF HOPE(Post)I’m the healing father I am today because of the people I met yesterday, and the yesterday before that and the yesterday before that, and on and on. Many of those people jumped in and jumped out, leav
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