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One of the most intimate moments you will have in life is saying goodbye to a loved one for the last time. Whether your goodbye is planned, unreciprocated or lacking, there is usually a residual feeli

Eileen Vorbach Collins Your death wasn’t real. I knew you’d come back, that it was, all of it, a bad dream. The worst dream ever dreamed. When after the first day of shiva— after I laughed and chatted

Outsider – person interacting with the widowerMourner – widower’s external (observable) presentation, behavior, voiceGriever – widower’s internal (private, hidden) thoughts, voiceAn encounter at fifth

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

God is at work behind the scenes, In ways you don’t yet understand. Challenging you to keep trusting, Believing in good things He’s planned. He knows every need, every longing, He delights in your

My first life ended with a phone call. Hours before anyone said the word, I knew what that phone call meant. My husband had died; suddenly, shockingly, just hours after the surgeon had rung to say he

Overcoming the Stigma of Suicide Accepting the Pain of GrievingIn June of 1989, my eldest brother, Dale, took his own life. He lived on the coast of North Carolina at the time. When my family in Wi

Marketing Christmas has begun. I went to the supermarket the other day, and stockings, Christmas decorations, candy canes and toys for children were placed prominently and strategically in every corne

Flailing about for answers after my son’s sudden death a few years ago, I leaned on some of those crutches that become familiar to many dads.I dove back into work, changing careers to become a high sc

On January 17, 2016 at 1:30 AM I watched my father enter the gates of heaven after a 7 year battle with Stage 4 base of the tongue cancer. While his death was “beautiful” his battle was horrific. My f

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

Silent Suffering By Linda Donart YoungOn the inside, I’ve wanted to write this for years. On the outside I continue to smile and ignore the knot inside of me screaming “you must tell.” The knot co

By Keith BettingerA tree may still grow in Brooklyn, but the Survivor Tree survives at the World Trade Center.On September 11th, 2001 343 New York City firefighters, 70 police officers and countle

One Thursday in December (2000), Jonah, my then three year old grandson, and I were hanging out in what was then the Thompson Park Mall in Kamloops. We were refugees from the toxic fumes of a bath tub

By Jacqueline Eberle On New Year’s Day 2002 at 5:30 am, my phone rang; it was my brother-in-law. When I picked up the phone, I was informed that my father had passed away. My response was “What? Wha

Such a rare indulgence of burgers and fries enjoyed with our ten- and twelve-year-old nephews, followed by a brisk walk. My husband and I love hanging with them, allowing us old folks to once again be

Centering has created a donation box for caring organizations to use to generate funding for grief resources for individuals and families who have a loved one die. This box is a tribute to Barney, a...

The dusky, setting sun pierces my heart with sorrow,a melancholy ache rises as day fades to night.The sun’s glittering shards stretch forth their fingers,but cannot hold onto the last remnants of ligh

Reece’s friend Jeremy was murdered when he was out of state visiting a relative. The circumstances surrounding his death are still somewhat unclear; there are no suspects. She wasn’t even informed a

Written by J. Lewis III (John L. Clark III.) To people dealing with grief, it seems like the world is constantly against them. Honestly, it is not personal; life is an equal-opportunity screw-off.