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Voices of Silence (Post)
The voice of silence is all around us—it is rooted in the pain from the loss of our son and brother, Nathan. It is the silence of sorrow in our home because one of our sons is gone, and it is the sile
What To Do On Valentine’s Day When You Are Alone(Post)by Nan Zastrow Valentine’s Day can be a painful reminder of everything missing. It’s not only the person. It’s the memories, the affection, and the experiences you once enjoyed with a loved one. Our s
The "S" Word(Post)I was sitting at my son’s hockey game when I got a text from a client I hadn’t seen in a while. It didn’t take me long to figure out she might be in trouble. I said to her directly, “It sounds like yo
Death and Grief(Post)Over my varied nursing career that has spanned 39 years; I often describe the topic of death and grief as a professional companion of mine. It has walked with me while I was at countless bedsides of t
Some Days Aren’t Diamonds(Post)It's 2 a.m. in San Diego, and I've been up for an hour. I can't sleep. I am bleary eyed, but wide awake. I always miss my son, and I will until the day I die, which goes without saying, Lately, I don'
A Pill for Your Grief(Post)It’s here. Not quite available to us all, but someday it will be, and we will be faced with the decision: to take it and reduce the effect of our bad memories or continue to suffer with them.On the su
Give Yourself the Gift of Choice this Holiday Season(Post)Choose to honor what feels right for you. There are no rules.After my Mom died, I chose to honor the traditions of my family while adding some new. Honoring the traditions of my childhood after my Mom
Listening(Post)My son’s death was the worst thing that ever happened in my life. I fell apart, couldn’t think straight, barely talked, and rarely left my house. During that first year of grieving, taking care of my
The Gift of Grief(Post)I often write about how grief has changed me, how loss has heightened my sensitivity to my surroundings, to others, to life itself. It is never more apparent than when I listen to a meaningful song or
An Unexpected Purpose from Loss(Post)It is my son's 36th birthday today, six years after he was brutally murdered by two men who left him on the ground to die. On each Birthday, I have placed a vase of flowers at the sight where he was k
Resentment(Post)“I think we should leave,” I whispered to my husband through clenched teeth as my 2-year-old daughter, Hailey, wailed in my arms.We were at my cousin Ryan’s house for his daughter’s birthday party and
WHEN I'M GONE(Post)When I’m gone and the minutes turn into hours, and the hours turn into days, the heaviness inside your heart may seem too much to bear. I know you will long to hear my voice, see my face, sit beside m
Reflections on Grief Ten Years Later (Post)By Linda Campanella It’s shortly after sunrise and I am sitting on the deck of my cabin in the Berkshires waiting for a visit from my hummingbird. I yearn to hear the unmistakable vibration of her win
A FRIENDLY GAME OF CATCH By Tom Golden(Post)My son and I were playing a friendly game of catch. As I tossed him the ball, I noticed the mitt he was wearing. It had been my father’s baseball glove that he had used when I was in Little League.
Grieving Harry Potter(Post)I miss Harry Potter.Can you miss someone who isn’t real? Oh, I think so. We miss a good book when it finishes, a favorite TV series when it’s over, and a good movie when the credits roll. Many adult
How Do I Measure My Grief?(Post)After someone we love has died, wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could measure our heart, take a blood test that calculates connection, or estimate the volume of tears we’ve cried so that we could unden
The Dad’s Group(Post)It was Tuesday morning, May 23, 2004; the time was 7:00 a.m. The first dad arrived and seated himself at a corner table in the coffee shop of an Indianapolis hotel. A second dad walked into the room,
THE EMPTY CHAIR(Post)In memory of Bill, my beloved husband and soul mate, who died in 2010.It’s a twenty-four-year habit. Every morning when I awaken, I look across the bed to see if you are there. If you aren’t, I look o
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
Grief and the Roman Catholic(Post)Death, grief, and bereavement are difficult for people of all faiths. The traditional grief and bereavement practices have less utility for Roman Catholics than for people of other faith traditions
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