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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
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
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 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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Auditors - A Widow’s Fight for Truth and Dignity(Post)By Heather Mahaney “The email arrived less than two days after he died. Not condolences. Not memories. Just an inventory of our possessions.” The End of Us Four and a half weeks before my husband died
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
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
NANA’S ANGEL(Post)My grandmother, known to all her grandchildren as Nana, was in the hospital. She was terminally ill with bone cancer. When I was free from work with my rotating schedule, I would drive my mother to vi
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
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
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
The Silent Struggle: Navigating Faith and Grief After Child Loss(Post)By Jenny Leavitt I never expected to lose my child. I don’t think any mother does. When my son Jacob died in a car crash—killed instantly by a drunk driver—my world split wide open. Just moments befor
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