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Where Has Pappy Gone?(Post)
A child full of wonder sits on my knee.She asks, “Where has he gone? Where can my pap be?”I hug her and smile, knowing just what to say.“It isn’t the same, but he’s not far away.Heaven’s for real, and
HOW I COPED WITH DEATH(Post)HOW I COPED WITH DEATHBY PATRICE D. WILKERSONOn April 19, 2015, I celebrated my father’s birthday. He would have been 56 years old, but he passed away six years ago.When he passed, I was filled with s
BROKEN OPEN(Post)* Photo by Cheri ThomasRecently, I was asked to say a “few words” to other bereaved parents. My first thought was how does one say a few words when someone loses a child?There are either “no words”, b
Living With Suicide Loss: A Survivor’s Perspective Decades Later(Post)By Nan Zastrow AUTHOR’S NOTE: Every fall, communities across the USA hold vigils and participate in the Out Of Darkness or Suicide Prevention walks, to raise awareness and break the stigma of suici
ONE MAN'S JOURNEY FROM A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN(Post)For many years I worked with my friend Mark in the fitness industry. Mark was the epitome of good health: he exercised daily, ate a ridiculously healthy diet, and did everything by the book to stay in
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
The Phantom Habits of Grief(Post)By Bill Beckett When I lost my wife, Bonnie, six years ago, I discovered that grief creates its own version of a phantom limb. Except, I did not just lose a part of my body; I lost my life as I knew i
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
Windows(Post)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
GOLDILOCKS GRIEVES(Post)One of my most favorite childhood stories is “Goldilocks and The Three Bears.” I had been given the book by a dear uncle, so for me, it was a treasure. Every time I read it, I felt connected to him.
The Gift of Simply You(Post)The hustle and bustle of the holiday season is upon us. It is no new news that our culture and society tends to focus much attention on the gift-giving aspect of Christmas. The stress and pressure of
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
Organizing Your Griefcase(Post)Time can often be an immeasurable concept in grief. Case in point, our profound loss always seems like it happened yesterday, irrespective of taking place months, years, or even decades before. When m
What to Say to a Grieving Person During a Pandemic(Post)Traditionally, when a loved one dies, we are there to bring them condolences, food, hugs, support, and even caring for children or other tasks. In this era of the pandemic with social distancing, stay
Mysterious Moments(Post)Sometimes along the path of grief, we experience mysterious moments—times in which we have thoughts that change our story of grief. These “aha” moments allow us to see our loss in a new way. They help
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
How to Write an Obituary When You’re Grieving and Don’t Know Where to Start(Post)By Bethellyn Gordon | Founder, Beautiful Obituary There is a particular kind of silence that comes when someone asks you to write an obituary. You may know the person better than almost anyone, yet su
In the Interstices Between Love and Grief(Post)I've been staring at his handwriting for an hour now. He had a book of lists, you know, to do lists.I found some of his journals in storage, and I pore through them every so often. I take my finger an
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
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