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As of late, there is a chance you may be a castaway on a remote, barren island.Inside the world of emotions, grief can make us shipwrecked and stranded, alone, in some unfamiliar place far from home.I

She’s a woman in her mid-sixties and still dresses exclusively in bright neon colors. She cries before she talks. She knows she has come here to discuss her husband’s death. As she wipes her tears I n

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

By Sandra Tow On that morning in January, the only things I could focus on in the room were my anger at the irony my mother was about to face a real killer and the tinny voice radiating from the telev

© Tim Koechlin On May 16, 2023 - the day after my son Alex died, at age 32 - I pulled off of Route 95 North in Palm Beach, Florida. The 45th Street exit. There was a red light at the end of the exit r

The feel of your hand in mine, the feel of your shoulders when we hug the feel of your stunning soft white hair the feel of your fingers as we drive the feel of you.

My heart is broken.My life is broken.I look out on a world askew,forever changed.Nothing looks right.I am in an alien land of loss,lost myself. Who could imaginethis pain?The world is coldersince my l

Why do flowers grow?Don’t they know?That with the winter snowThey will go.Why do trees stand tall?Above us allWith coming of the fallThey’ll hear the callWhy would birds want to sing?AnythingThe new d

The MittensLast year about this time, you wanted to give me a present.I pushed your wheelchair to Macy’s.We walked around and I choose a few things.I really didn’t need anything, but I knew a gift was

Have you ever thought of this world as a casket?Casket originally meant a small box for jewels or jewelry. It is a storage and repository for valuables. Then, over time, the usage of the word shifted

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

By Clarissa MollWhether you keep his things or give them away, there’s no one right way to grieve.
When my husband, Rob, died in a tragic hiking accident in July 2019, I came home to Boston from his b

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

By Pam Luschei When the movie, The Way, with Martin Sheen came out in 2010, I watched with piqued interest, and then went about my business. It wasn’t until 2022, when a friend asked if I wanted to go

Today is Sunday. It is one-degree below zero. I sit on the arm of an empty loveseat with my feet tucked under me, snug in three pair of socks. I am cozy, warm and safe in casual sweats, although the

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

Recently I was with a woman who had lost her husband a few years ago. She was apologizing for some tears that she wiped away as she expressed some sweet thoughts about her husband.As I listened, I w

By Sheetal Mihir Patel Grief — Ride or Die. A ride you don’t buy a ticket for. There are times we want to stop the ride,and be done.There are times we feel like we’re flying through the air,feeling th

By Keith Bettinger I didn’t know how much I loved her until she didn’t hand me my cup of coffee. I didn’t know how much I loved her until she played with the kids while I slept. I didn’t know how much

WHEN TOM LEFT, I CRIEDBob BaugherWe hugged good-bye on the porch. As he carried his suitcases to the car, my throat was tight as tears streamed down my face. He lifted the hatchback lid, placed the su