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Secluded This First Year(Post)
I am on that long walk home. You ran ahead of me and your footsteps now echo the journey I must follow... Terri DreismeierSecluded This First YearI am bitterly cold; the brutality of the winds was
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
It's Time(Post)I’ve stayed here too longIt’s time to be strongNo more excusesIt’s time to move onBut strong I don’t feelThis is all so unrealIt’s like walking in dreamsThis holds no appealGot to keep believingThat I
A Visit to My Son(Post)It’s been too long since my last visit with you, my son. I’m coming to visit you.It’s been on my mind most of the time, this is true.I so look forward to seeing your sneaky smile and light hair.I neve
Grievers and Weight Watchers(Post)By Elaine E. Stillwell, M.A., M.S., Rockville Centre, NYAs I sat in the weekly Weight Watchers meeting, it dawned on me that finding a new life style had so many similarities to those of us creating a
Sometimes You Don’t Get Second Chances (Post)A message about suicide by Nan Zastrow, Wausau, WIThis is an encore article. It was published in Grief Digest in 2005 shortly after the death of our son, Chad Zastrow, as a result of suicide. These we
Kite(Post)As I fly my kiteI think of youIt’s one of the thingsTogether we would doIn that mindless momentI wonder whyAs I watch that kiteDance in the skyWhy can’t you beHere with meThe reason for thisI just can
Raven(Post)Today I saw a ravenAs it quietly flew by.It landed in a treeThat stood nearby.I watched it for a momentWondering if it’s here for me.To take me awayTo set my spirit free.Or maybe it was youSent from a
The Dad’s Group(Post)It was Tuesday morning, May 23, 2004; the time was 7:00 a.m. The first dad arrived and seated himself at a corner table in the coffee shop of an Indianapolis hotel. A second dad walked into the room,
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, k
Collective Humanity(Post)Supporting Families and Medical Professionals through Loss in the COVID-19 PandemicI watched my father draw his last breath via the Ring app on my phone. When I first learned of his stroke, I rushed t
Bittersweet Springtime: Surviving Mother’s and Father’s Day(Post)Mary Ellen T. Miller PhD, RN, PHNA-BC 4/5/25 Spring is my favorite season. I feel excited seeing the rebirth of tree buds, flowers bursting up from the still semi-frozen ground and the return of robin
Living With Suicide Loss: A Survivor’s Perspective Decades Later(Post)By Nan Zastrow AUTHOR’S NOTE: Every fall, communities across the USA hold vigils and participate in the Out Of Darkness or Suicide Prevention walks, to raise awareness and break the stigma of suici
The ABC’s of Grieving(Post)A long time is too long to be missing the one who knew you the best. Beware of people that tell you that your pain will pass as it shall not. Cherish the great memories that you have. Discard not the
Blessing Vessel: Reflection on a Broken Heart(Post)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
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON(Post)On Sunday, May, 22nd, I lost one of the most important and influential people in my life, my father. Although I have, and will always miss him, I was fortunate enough to have worked by his side in a f
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
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
I Wish(Post)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
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.
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