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During the 1950s, a lovely lady named Floss, witnessed a little girl with weight on her shoulders and fingernails bitten to the quick. It was then that I was rescued. Aunt Floss spent quality time te ...

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 ...

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 ...

I recently watched the movie “The Bucket List” for the 5th time. Each time I watch the movie, I see another lesson about living life. For those who have not seen the movie, I don’t want to go into de ...

The last day I saw my father alive was the day before he died. On a chilly, late autumn day, my father’s dog and I drove to my parents’ home for our “normal” visit. As always, when we exited the h ...

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 ...

Mourning never really ends. Only, as time goes on, it erupts less frequently. A.W.How do you ever find your way out of the wilderness of your grief? You don’t have to dwell there forever, do you? The ...

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 do ...

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 be ...

Gerry R. CoxUniversity of Wisconsin-La Crosse Conventional wisdom has long suggested that the grief of boys is not as effective as that of girls. My own work for more than forty years suggests othe ...

By Harikleia Sirmans Orthodox Easter had always been a joyful day for my family in Greece, roasting lambs, cracking red eggs, drinking wine, and dancing. But Easter in April 2012 was tragic. I was s ...

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 ...