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by John S. Munday and Fran Wohlenhaus-MundayOne of the persons who can be a great help for mourners at any time on their path to healing is the parish nurse. Of course, not every church has a nurse on

By Ama There’s a kind of grief that doesn't come with casseroles or condolences. It doesn’t wear black or take time off work. No one calls to check in. There’s no ceremony, no eulogy. But it can hollo

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

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

Despite the sympathy, concern, and comfort I received from my husband, Bill, Preston’s three brothers, relatives, and friends to help me grieve Preston’s death, I wanted to be alone. I didn’t want

3 Easy Intentions for Bouncing Back by Nan Zastrow “ I love it when they drop the ball in Times Square. It’s a nice reminder of what I did all last year.” Bouncing back after significant loss is not o

you were always telling me rememberKrista Houstouni forget everythingbut youi forget the way i wasand sometimes i forgetthe way i wanted to bebut never your wayto open a heart and howyou told mei coul

I wish I would have told you how much I loved you so. I thought I had a lot of time before I’d have to let you go.I wish I would have told you how great I think you are. The things I did or didn’t say

Judy Lipson We are all experiencing challenging and unprecedented times Numerous hours spent at home with an abundance of time to think. This is not always a good prescription for those of us who ha

I’ll be home for ChristmasYou can count on meI’ll be home for Christmas…I hear the wordson the radio and in my mind.I see your face,your eyes, smiling at me.I am filledwith incredible sadnessknowing t

One Thursday in December (2000), Jonah, my then three year old grandson, and I were hanging out in what was then the Thompson Park Mall in Kamloops. We were refugees from the toxic fumes of a bath tub

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

Grief Ebbs and Flowsby Shelley RamseyGrief ebbs and flows like the ocean tide. Some waves rise to engulf us and suck us into the undercurrent. Others cause us to merely loose our footing and throw us

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

Flailing about for answers after my son’s sudden death a few years ago, I leaned on some of those crutches that become familiar to many dads.I dove back into work, changing careers to become a high sc

Twenty years ago, a dear friend experienced the most unimaginable loss as her husband and two daughters were killed in a house explosion and she was seriously injured. In addition to losing her family

Life is something that is very precious, because longevity is not granted to everyone. The only thing in life that is promised to us is death. It is reasonable to say that most people tend to believe

Funebris (funeral)PJ MoonOnce upon a time, J. C. Ryle, Bishop of Liverpool, England, pastorally penned how a few more funerals, and our own funeral will take place. Though the world has moved on since

By Keith BettingerA tree may still grow in Brooklyn, but the Survivor Tree survives at the World Trade Center.On September 11th, 2001 343 New York City firefighters, 70 police officers and countle

I opened my laptop to write one of those difficult emails to myself. And poured a glass of wine.Dear Grief,Please don’t sit with me anymore. You’ve pushed and shoved me until I feel only rage. You’ve