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I Dreamed I Saw Alex(Post)
Tim KoechlinI dreamed that I saw Alex. He was a tiny curious round-headed toddler with jam on his face who loved me totally and asked if he could sit with me. I said "Yes... but let's wipe your fac
Just Keep Swimming Around(Post)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
It Hurts(Post)Life was so easy that first summer that Tom and I were married. During the summer evenings, we would leash the dog and take off for a walk in the dark because we could not get enough of the luxurious
A Decade Without My Daughter(Post)January 22, 2019 marks ten years since my beautiful Jenna died. In many ways it feels like she was just here—I remember her last days with us so clearly—but it also feels like it’s been an eternity si
Grieving Harry Potter(Post)I miss Harry Potter.Can you miss someone who isn’t real? Oh, I think so. We miss a good book when it finishes, a favorite TV series when it’s over, and a good movie when the credits roll. Many adult
Stormin’ Into Hearts(Post)My husband Eric was intensely fond of quail. His tattered copy of Margaret Stanger’s book That Quail, Robert sits on my shelf. Having spent many summers on Cape Cod, he was familiar with the northern
Two Lives Intertwined by Fate(Post)Thirty years ago, July 12, 1986, a young 29 year old New York City cop, Steven McDonald, was shot and wounded by a troubled teenager while on duty in Central Park, becoming paralyzed from the neck dow
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
Little Love Letters Disguised as Playlists(Post)By Heather Hattie-Mae Mahaney For as long as I can remember, music was our language. My late husband used to make me mixed tapes — carefully crafted collections of songs that somehow said all the thin
THE NOTE WAS WORTH THE WAIT(Post)It was the evening of July 20, 1988. The phone rang and I received the call I knew I would eventually receive but didn’t expect so soon. Bill Lawless, my friend and police academy classmate, had bee
The Week Of(Post)I’m sitting at my dining room table and out the window I see rays of sunshine streaming through trees. I sense you among these rays, and I miss you. Golden sunlight illuminates this bright green fores
Second Chances(Post)The scourge of losing my twenty-six-year-old son, Paul Philip Grammatico, and his best friend, Michael, to a drunk driver leaves scars, and each day I chew on my thorns in the stunning reality of Paul
GROW WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED(Post)A friend had offered me a variety of perennial plants she was removing from her meticulous garden, and I greedily accepted, because I know that perennial plants bloom under adverse conditions in most
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
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
What do you need in grief?(Post)Deborah Kourgelis, LCSW, LCADC I recently read a quote by Amy Poehler, which said, “It’s never overreacting to ask for what you want and need.” I first thought of the hundreds of clients I have counse
HOW DO YOU HONOR. . .A DEAD PERSON'S BIRTHDAY(Post)He would’ve been 36 today.Even after six and a half years, anniversaries of any kind are difficult. When we love people, we memorize dates that are important, that honor them or our relationship. Afte
PROXY GRIEF(Post)By Bob Baugher, Ph.D.I have a question for you: Following the death of your loved one, who have you been most worried about? Say the name now in your mind. See this person’s face as they first respond
Where There's a Hope, There's Tim(Post)Nassau County, New York is served by a very professional and community service-oriented police department. The Nassau County Police Department has approximately 2400 police officers and 1200 civilian
When Your Pet is Gone(Post)There used to be a dog food commercial on television that always brought tears to my eyes. It showed a young girl running up a flight of stairs and calling for a friend. The friend, a red haired Iri
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