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Dear Casey and Rebecca,Thirteen years have passed since your dad’s death, a lifetime for the two of you since you weren’t even three years old when he died of brain cancer. You were far too young at t

On Love, Grief, and What Remains By Heather Hattie-Mae Mahaney “Even stillness has weight. When it breaks, petals remember their edge.” When the quiet breaks, flowers will fall.The silence held like b

by Nan Zastrow “Gonna need a bigger boat”when adversity changes your relationship with grief “Dear God, be good to me…. the sea is so big, and my boat is so small.” The 50th anniversary of the Jaws mo

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

CHAPTER SIX “I Still Exist”“Get yourself some girlfriends,” Max said. “That’s all I got to say. We did everything, I mean everything together, and now he’s gone.” I was at my first College Board Advan

10 Reasons Why You Should Consider Decorating a Tree When GrievingWe dragged the tubs of Christmas ornaments from the basement just like we always did before he died. They sat on the living room floor

I’m tired of low fat; I’m tired of fat free. I’m tired of thinking rice cakes are good; they’re not the same as Oreos! I’m tired of trying to be creative in my thinking, my eating, my living, and I’m

People love to hear our stories. It’s part of our innate curiosity. It reveals who we are, and where we came from. It is a record of how we got to where we are right now. Stories are repeated and may

Living life without your child is like falling, quite by accident, into a deep, dark well in the wee hours of the morning. At first your entire body is underwater. You can’t breathe. But that’s okay,

Recently, we experienced a pop-up memory of Chad. We (my husband and I) were driving home and stopped at the signal lights. A shiny beige pickup truck came whizzing through the intersection of the b

I am a widow, and the word feels alien but good. I accept and fiercely hold onto the label, because this particular label marks my condition, and my widowhood is a condition. Body rhythms slow, life f

 Why holidays can be tough times“A grandparent will help you with your buttons, your zippers and your shoelaces and not be in any hurry for you to grow up” Erma BombeckThe American Association of Reti

By Diana Chiganceva Our lives are increasingly lived online. We share milestones on social media, store photos in the cloud, exchange messages, create digital documents, and build connections across p

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, by

3 Ways to Survive Grief During the HolidaysBy Maryann Manelski, survivingloss.orgThe days are dark now here in the northern hemisphere. For those of us grieving lost loved ones, the coming gray of win

Centering has created a donation box for caring organizations to use to generate funding for grief resources for individuals and families who have a loved one die. This box is a tribute to Barney, a...

By Bill Beckett When I lost my wife, Bonnie, six years ago, I discovered that grief creates its own version of a phantom limb. Except, I did not just lose a part of my body; I lost my life as I knew i

It's 2 a.m. in San Diego, and I've been up for an hour. I can't sleep. I am bleary eyed, but wide awake.
I always miss my son, and I will until the day I die, which goes without saying, Lately, I don'

It’s here. Not quite available to us all, but someday it will be, and we will be faced with the decision: to take it and reduce the effect of our bad memories or continue to suffer with them.On the su

Nancy Harrison At my age, I’ve learned that the conversations that matter most are the ones about real life - the messy, beautiful, complicated parts that make us human. We talk about family, about me