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I remembered that long ago she had asked that I scatter her ashes in Mississippi when shearrived at my apartment in Georgia by Fed Ex in a heavy, warm box marked CREMAINS.“Sign here,” the guy says as

But would you want your grief to really end?At first glance, you might passionately reply, “Are you kidding? Of course I want my grief to end!” But perhaps what we are really saying is we want the hur

By Pamela Hoopes, LCSW"Missing" is a feeling associated with some kind of loss. It is an aspect of grief that is inevitable. Missing typically is a quiet, personal, private emotion. For me, it is a di

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 th

By Marilyn LanzaLoss of an egalitarian relationship is how I thought of my husband’s death. Ron and I had a real and consuming relationship based on equality. I was always spontaneous and shared with

By Nan ZastrowQuote: “ Someone asked me, “What is your religion?” And I said, “All paths that lead to the light.” Death by suicide is a traumatic event that affects even the strongest families. I tho

The alarming increase in suicide rates during the past decades have forced us to deal differently with an issue that not very long ago, was rarely talked about. According to the Center for Disease Con

Ambushed by the news, I dropped the receiver from the pay phone. My knees buckled and I was on the ground. I might have screamed. I don’t remember.Susie is dead.My 8-week-old grand daughter is dead.Ov

Grief Digest, April 2010I 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 th

My first life ended with a phone call. Hours before anyone said the word, I knew what that phone call meant. My husband had died; suddenly, shockingly, just hours after the surgeon had rung to say he

By Louise Andrews I lost my father not three weeks ago. The toughest part of it all is that I’ve been Estranged from him for ten years.. I always knew this day would come but the hardest thing of all

Overcoming the Stigma of Suicide Accepting the Pain of GrievingIn June of 1989, my eldest brother, Dale, took his own life. He lived on the coast of North Carolina at the time. When my family in Wi

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.Jus

By Helly Eaton The wishbone tree is a simple but special place in the wilds of West Dorset. It’s set on high ground with to-die-for views (he did), and we scattered Robin’s ashes there (‘ashes’ still

Goodbyes are necessary. How do you tend to say them? What usually comes upon your mind when saying goodbyes? When was the last time you expressed goodbyes, not out of mere habit or formality, but for

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

By Ama Grief has always been a mystery to me, a puzzle I never learned how to solve, no matter how much I wished I could. My first true encounter came with my grandmother's pa

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

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

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