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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 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.

Pushing Through Loss in the KitchenMy late husband Mark was ever-patient, flexible with my whims and most generous. These virtues were tested when he had to deal with my thoughts about designing our k

Like the GeeseWe are like the geeseCommitted, enduring, as long as we both shall live.Life does its best to rip us apart,Inserting unspeakable chaosand a thousand daily annoyances through the years.Bu

Introduction:A year ago in January of 2016, grief came knocking at my front door and let itself in without invitation, want, or welcome. My brother, only one year older than myself and my only sibling

The last day I saw my father alive was the day before he died. On a chilly, late autumn day, my father’s dog and I drove to my parents’ home for our “normal” visit. As always, when we exited the hi

3 Easy Intentions for Bouncing Back by Nan Zastrow “ I love it when they drop the ball in Times Square. It’s a nice reminder of what I did all last year.” Bouncing back after significant loss is not o

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

AN EARLY EULOGYBY NANCY WORLEYWouldn’t it be appropriate if eulogies could be heard by the person before they die? Expressing gratitude before death, benefits both the giver and receiver and provides

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

A New Year.Another year without those we love beside us.How can this be? How is it that time has the audacity to move on in spite of our sorrow?No new memories created. Frozen in time. They live in ou

The tree that stands tallest in my rear garden is THE TREE that everyone advised me to cut down. It could not be saved, said the tree experts, nature experts and state experts in SW gardening.It is Th

Forming A Fellowship of Light and Dark Through Loss“La mucha luz es como la mucha sombra: no deja ver” ~ “Too much light is like too much shadow: it does not allow one to see” - Octavio Paz.What Is Th

By Nan ZastrowI remember growing up in a fairy tale world. Our family of five wasn’t wealthy, but we always had food on the table (even in lean times). We had clothes on our back (even if they were ha

A rummage sale can be defined as a collection of madness, memories and maybes—all “for sale.” It’s a time for restrained grief and grateful hallelujahs. Restrained grief meaning, “I hate to see it go;

By Janice Gorey Jackson“I can’t believe we’re here. We’ll see this amazing view every single night,” I said in a hushed tone to Chris, my husband of almost five extraordinary years, who sat beside

I answered the phone, and heard your voice againBut this call was different; I could hear your pain.The words that you spoke haunt me to this day.I thought that I could love you enough to make you wan

By Harikleia Sirmans Orthodox Easter had always been a joyful day for my family in Greece, roasting lambs, cracking red eggs, drinking wine, and dancing. But Easter in April 2012 was tragic. I was sh

© 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

Anne Milano Appel, Ph.D. ©2026             I was driving home from a dinner at the home of a woman who had lost her husband a few years ago. Over the years Estelle had gathered together a loosely knit