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I Didn’t Know…(Post)
By Keith Bettinger I didn’t know how much I loved her until she didn’t hand me my cup of coffee. I didn’t know how much I loved her until she played with the kids while I slept. I didn’t know how much
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
GRIEF THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD(Post)Washington Irving once said, “There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelmi
Tears(Post)There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition
How To Live, What To Do(Post)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
Anniversary Week(Post)It has been a year since my partner died in that hospital bed at home, surrounded by family and friends, struggling and agitated until peace finally comes. Funny, his name is Peace. All are glad to se
The Phantom Habits of Grief(Post)By Bill Beckett When I lost my wife, Bonnie, six years ago, I discovered that grief creates its own version of a phantom limb. Except, I did not just lose a part of my body; I lost my life as I knew i
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
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
THE WISH – A LIVING EULOGY(Post)I believe we all know at least one person whose life has been affected by Cancer. I literally know a couple whose lives have. They are my brother & sister in-law whom I’ve known since I was a teenager
Life After Miscarriage: My Story(Post)Before you read this know that, yes...this is a story of great sadness, grave loss, and paralyzing pain. But it is also a story of hope and growth. It is a story of having faith in the fact that the
Four Ways the Holidays Suck(Post)Forming A Fellowship of Light and Dark Through Loss“La mucha luz es como la mucha sombra: no deja ver” ~ “Too much light is like too much shadow: it does not allow one to see” - Octavio Paz.What Is Th
ARE WE THERE YET?(Post)3 Ways to Survive Grief During the HolidaysBy Maryann Manelski, survivingloss.orgThe days are dark now here in the northern hemisphere. For those of us grieving lost loved ones, the coming gray of win
GRIEVING IS HARD! PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT HARDER FOR ME!(Post)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
WHEN HOLIDAYS COME(Post)No matter what time of the year, no matter what the weather or season, one holiday follows on the heels of another. Thanksgiving turkeys race Halloween pumpkins while the New Year baby sits and looks
Healing the Ache of Alienation(Post)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
A Fragile Life–A Memoir(Post)It was just a whisper, a brush against my ear. “Elisheva.” He was calling my name. It was like that, on and off, since that dreadful day. Perhaps he had experienced the same calling from the grave, by
A Deathless Grievance: Losing One’s Self- Identity(Post)“No rule book. No time frame. No judgment. Grief is as individual as a fingerprint. Do what is right for your soul.” – One Fit WidowLosing an individual who has not passed away can be as challenging a
The Ice Storm, the Friend, and the Wardrobe(Post)The ice storm was wicked. Had I wondered through my wardrobe? Was I in Narnia? It was two weeks before Christmas. I glanced in awe out the window. The once mellow branches of the Maple trees, fixed
SINGING THEIR SONG(Post)After my two eldest children, 21-year-old Denis and 19-year-old Peggy, were killed in an automobile accident, I didn’t have a clue how I could keep their memories alive. As I was sorting through their
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