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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

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

By Nancy WorleyI needed time alone to work with my thoughts when my mom died.What I did not need was advice. I wanted no company.Getting through and beyond the loss of a beloved is heart breaking and

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

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.

“At least…”As a grief counselor, educator and Pastor, every time I hear someone start a sentence with “at least,” I have to cringe. I thought I had heard every “at least” there was. “At least you knew

StoicLoss has left an indelible imprint on my life; a reality I have not come to easily. Grief is certainly not a linear process; bereavement takes us on many side routes, eventually arriving at a b

The other day I received an email from a friend on Long Island. She wrote and told me about a nightly symphony she hears when she takes her evening walk at 7:00 pm. Every time it’s performed, it bring

A rummage sale can be defined as a collection of madness, memories and maybes—all “for sale.” It’s a time for restrained grief and grateful hallelujahs. Restrained grief meaning, “I hate to see it go;

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

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

Recently, we experienced a pop-up memory of Chad. We (my husband and I) were driving home and stopped at the signal lights. A shiny beige pickup truck came whizzing through the intersection of the b

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

Everyone’s grief journey is different… and the ability to emerge with your soul intact is dependent upon your willingness to do the excruciatingly difficult work that grieving requires. It is a long a

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

I was asked by a couple of different sources to write about the latest shooting in Florida. I dreaded the thought. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first, or second, or third time this has happened. What

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

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

People love to hear our stories. It’s part of our innate curiosity. It reveals who we are, and where we came from. It is a record of how we got to where we are right now. Stories are repeated and may

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