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    A Father's Day Letter to my Twins(Post)

    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

    The Mourning Pin(Post)

    “Good morning” is perhaps the most common greeting we hear every day. We say it without even realizing we have spoken. It is a universal greeting that expresses hope and optimism, but often is not a

    Call me if you Need Anything(Post)

    Dawn Allen Dawn, I’m so sorry for your loss, call me if you need anything. I heard this phrase more times than I can count when I lost my husband Ash to that vicious unrelentless disease called cancer

    Stitching Memories of Aunt Mary(Post)

    The motor of the Singer sewing machine sounded like the engine of a truck, a loud sound that vibrated my table. Its yellowish surface with all the scratches from use showed its age--over thirty-six ye

    How To Live, What To Do(Post)

    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

    The Last Laugh: A Tale of Bananas and Love(Post)

    For decades, the Great Banana Sticker War raged on, fought with stealth and sticky yellow badges of honor. It began simply enough – a father's playful impulse to stick a Chiquita banana label on hi

    What To Do On Valentine’s Day When You Are Alone(Post)

    by Nan Zastrow Valentine’s Day can be a painful reminder of everything missing. It’s not only the person. It’s the memories, the affection, and the experiences you once enjoyed with a loved one. Our s

    Paint your Holiday the Way you Want it to Be(Post)

    (the Norman Rockwell way)Shirley’s husband of forty-two years died suddenly of a heart condition. Brittany’s husband has served in the U.S. Army in Iraq for the past nine months. This was supposed to

    SPRING CLEANING(Post)

    We used to live in a townhouse, one of those inventions designed to minimize housekeeping chores, mortgage payments and a tendency to accumulate more things than one needs to cross the Sahara in summe

    Grief is Hard Enough(Post)

    We gotta stop this somehowthis idea that a personwho is dead is ‘in a better place now’We gotta stop saying that!If they are in a better placethen what in the hell are we doing here?Grief is hard enou

    I Still Exist(Post)

    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

    Rebranding Grief and Cultivating a New, Refreshing Grief Culture (Post)

    by Bridget Bagely and Hogan Hilling On August 28, 2023 Time Magazine published an article “America Has Reached Peak Therapy. Why Is Our Mental Health Getting Worse?” It stated “As more people flock

    O Christmas Tree—Why Should I Adorn Thee?(Post)

    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

    Hope in a Jar: A Gift for Yourself(Post)

    Mason jars are popular these days and the uses are almost endless. People are using them as flower vases, holders for homemade cookie mixes, and holiday decorations. I use wide-mouth jars to store lef

    The Well(Post)

    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,

    Finding My Way Back(Post)

    On June 9, my mom passed away. Nine days later, my dad followed. My family and I buried them together on June 22, setting butterflies free as the sun set.My parents were my rock. They were always ther

    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

    GOODNIGHT MOON(Post)

    Shafts of light cut sharply through the southern facing windows of the greenhouse. Dust particles dance and sway like fairies celebrating the last rays of sun before evening. I sink into the comfortab

    A LIVING EULOGY(Post)

    © RICHARD BELFORD In this life no one is promised tomorrow, and we often leave or are left wishing we had just five more minutes.  This makes grief one of society’s most misunderstood and profoundly

    The Ice Storm, the Friend, and the Wardrobe(Post)

    The ice storm was wicked. Had I wondered through my wardrobe? Was I in Narnia? It was two weeks before Christmas. I glanced in awe out the window. The once mellow branches of the Maple trees, fixed

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