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One Thursday in December (2000), Jonah, my then three year old grandson, and I were hanging out in what was then the Thompson Park Mall in Kamloops. We were refugees from the toxic fumes of a bath tub

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

I knew the holidays were coming but I didn’t want to deal with them and I really didn’t want to put up any of the holiday decorations. Well-meaning family and friends kept telling me that I needed to

My husband Eric was intensely fond of quail. His tattered copy of Margaret Stanger’s book That Quail, Robert sits on my shelf. Having spent many summers on Cape Cod, he was familiar with the northern

I’m sitting at my dining room table and out the window I see rays of sunshine streaming through trees. I sense you among these rays, and I miss you. Golden sunlight illuminates this bright green fores

I was asked by a couple of different sources to write about the latest shooting in Florida. I dreaded the thought. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first, or second, or third time this has happened. What

Several years ago after the death of a dear friend, I experienced a "broken" heart--a pain in my heart that I was sure would never heal. The pain was so intense that I truly understood what it meant

By Heather Hattie-Mae Mahaney Addiction did not arrive in my life like a storm. It crept in quietly, rearranging priorities, softening boundaries, asking for patience it would never return. At

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 ther

Little whispers in the night,as I lay beside her bed.I strained so hard to hear the words;what had my Mama said?Were they words reflecting a time long past;with her parents on the farm?Or a time when

By Camille Johnson Bereaved parents, caregivers, and families living with grief often carry emotional pain that makes ordinary tasks feel unfamiliar. Loss can shrink a support circle overnight, leavin

Outsider – person interacting with the widowerMourner – widower’s external (observable) presentation, behavior, voiceGriever – widower’s internal (private, hidden) thoughts, voiceAn encounter at fifth

The other day I received an email from a friend on Long Island. She wrote and told me about a nightly symphony she hears when she takes her evening walk at 7:00 pm. Every time it’s performed, it bring

“No rule book. No time frame. No judgment. Grief is as individual as a fingerprint. Do what is right for your soul.” – One Fit WidowLosing an individual who has not passed away can be as challenging a

During the 1950s, a lovely lady named Floss, witnessed a little girl with weight on her shoulders and fingernails bitten to the quick. It was then that I was rescued. Aunt Floss spent quality time tea

Today is Sunday. It is one-degree below zero. I sit on the arm of an empty loveseat with my feet tucked under me, snug in three pair of socks. I am cozy, warm and safe in casual sweats, although the

Every Christmas my husband Roy is gifted with several new jigsaw puzzles. He has an annual competition with his sister in law to see who will be the first to complete the identical puzzles they recei

By Dr. Therese Laux  Caregiving is not what I thought it would be. I assumed that loving the person you care for would make it easier. In some ways, it does. In others, it makes everything harder.  Wh

HOW I COPED WITH DEATHBY PATRICE D. WILKERSONOn April 19, 2015, I celebrated my father’s birthday. He would have been 56 years old, but he passed away six years ago.When he passed, I was filled with s

Twenty years ago, a dear friend experienced the most unimaginable loss as her husband and two daughters were killed in a house explosion and she was seriously injured. In addition to losing her family