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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
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
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
Ebbs and Flows(Post)Grief Ebbs and Flowsby Shelley RamseyGrief ebbs and flows like the ocean tide. Some waves rise to engulf us and suck us into the undercurrent. Others cause us to merely loose our footing and throw us
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
Loss(Post)They say when you lose someone that it creates a hole in your heart, but I think it is more like a splintering in your soul. Prior to the first time you lose a loved one, your soul is a smooth path.
Love Isn't Free!(Post)There is a price we must pay. It’s called grief.When we are born, we quickly begin attaching our hearts to people, places, things, ways of life and much more. This is part of the human experience. Lov
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
Losing Grandpa(Post)“I want to go see Grandpa.” Our five year old son, Bryce pleaded.“I know that we just saw Grandpa two days ago, but things have changed. Grandpa is not able to talk to you. He is hooked to machines an
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
THE TIMES THE ARE A 'CHANGIN'(Post)If you have hair my color—nearly all white now—you’ll remember this from Bob Dylan and the 60s:“Come gather ‘round people wherever you roam,and admit that the waters around you have grown.And accept t
LIVING IN NEW SKIN(Post)We do not always get to choose what life will teach us; life can be wildly unpredictable. On April 19, 2007, our lives slammed to a halt when our son, Matt, died. He was thirty-five years old, a gradu
A BUTTERFLY VISITATION(Post)By Patricia Roop HollingerMy Dad, at the age of 91, had yet another farm related accident. He had already survived being kicked by a horse in his early 20’s, having his right arm amputated when it had
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
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
Paint your Holiday the Way you Want it to Be(Post)(the Norman Rockwell way)Shirley’s husband of forty-two years died suddenly of a heart condition. Brittany’s husband has served in the U.S. Army in Iraq for the past nine months. This was supposed to
A Brief Encounter of the Grief Kind(Post)Outsider – person interacting with the widowerMourner – widower’s external (observable) presentation, behavior, voiceGriever – widower’s internal (private, hidden) thoughts, voiceAn encounter at fifth
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON(Post)On Sunday, May, 22nd, I lost one of the most important and influential people in my life, my father. Although I have, and will always miss him, I was fortunate enough to have worked by his side in a f
A Wedding, a Death and a Year of Living Alone(Post)As I slowly faded away on the couch with the T.V. blurring to white noise and Aurora’s, our 13-year-old Maltese, furry back arched against my leg, Sue whispered softly into my ear, “Why don’t you go u
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
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