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Twins: A Reflection(Post)
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 ...
A Fragile Life–A Memoir(Post)It was just a whisper, a brush against my ear. “Elisheva.” He was calling my name. It was like that, on and off, since that dreadful day. Perhaps he had experienced the same calling from the grave, b ...
Month One After the Loss of Your Spouse(Post)You just never get over some grief. You learn to live with it by your side. It changes (thank God) and the intensity diminishes with time, but it never goes away completely. Grief is unique to every ...
MY ANALOG DISSONANCE(Post)My Analog DissonanceJust in time.Just in time, he said, or else we would never have had the chance to say goodbye.Just in time, she said, or else watching the suffering would have been too painful.Ju ...
Rebirthing Relationships by Sherrie Ann Cassel(Post)The weather is shifting in Joshua Tree. The once winter-barren trees are full of beautiful green leaves, and the rose bushes are laden with beauty and aromatic flowers-- and – I made it through my fo ...
HOW DO WE MAKE SENSE OF DEATH?(Post)When life is easy and carefree we seldom struggle with its great questions. . .questions like:• How did humanity come into being?• How can every person be a unique creation?• What are we called to do ...
The Jigsaw Puzzle(Post)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 rece ...
MEN AND GRIEF: A DIFFERENT WAY OF HEALING(Post)In nearly 43 years of working with those who grieve, I have observed differences between men and women in their coping styles. The traditional grief theory I had been taught – that healing results fr ...
Grief’s Deliverance(Post)I first met Matt and Dylan at a summer soccer camp when I was in 3rd grade many years ago. My family had just moved to this new town, and I knew nobody. My shy demeanor and sheepish personality certa ...
The Woods That Hold, The Grief That Lives(Post)Introducing Living Grief Theory Naomi Sanderovsky, PhD There is something about pines, the way they hold their ground through every season, every storm. When I began building a retreat space among t ...
The Unwanted Male Journey(Post)© Jason Tuttle, February 26, 2024 --------------------------------------- Stressed. Depressed. Emotions Confessed. Society wants my feelings suppressed. My grief on the daily is a jumbled mess.
Til Death Do Us Part: I’ll Put on My Clothes (Post)Geralyn Stephens-Gunn, EdDIt’s my birthday! It is a beautiful July summer day and I am so excited to see what the day holds. I arise. I fed and let the dogs out. Once they are situated, I begin my ...
Married to His Motorcycle: My Brother’s Sudden Loss(Post)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 s ...
Found Poem of a Griever(Post)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, ...
LAST KISS(Post)A MemoirMy grandfather, Opa, wasn’t a demonstrative person. It was as if he spoke with his eyes. If you did something wrong, don’t think he wouldn’t know. He could stop you in your tracks with just ...
Grief Is(Post)Grief isFeeling great joy and unbelievable sadnessin the same moment.Grief isFeeling like you’re breaking apartBut knowing you can’t – you’re already brokenGrief isRealizing you don’t go to hell from ...
The Tree in My Rear Garden(Post)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 T ...
A New Year(Post)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 o ...
Little Love Letters Disguised as Playlists(Post)By Heather Hattie-Mae Mahaney For as long as I can remember, music was our language. My late husband used to make me mixed tapes — carefully crafted collections of songs that somehow said all t ...
For the Love of Tabitha(Post)Today was a very special day for me, for I was both a seventy-eight year old man and a child again. I was in a melancholy mood because one of our best and most loyal friends had died. By our standard ...
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