The Holidays
How Do We Manage to Get Through Them Without Our Children? Holidays with our children were some of the greatest times of our lives. So much of our energy, time, and creativity was spent on planning and orchestrating experiences that…
How Do We Manage to Get Through Them Without Our Children? Holidays with our children were some of the greatest times of our lives. So much of our energy, time, and creativity was spent on planning and orchestrating experiences that…
When my son died, hidden places within me began to reveal themselves. It was as though chambers of secret rooms, that had long housed unhealthy ideologies, protective attitudes, negative beliefs, and a lifetime of acquired heartache began to want out….
Dear Compassionate Friends, Thank you for the very warm welcome you all shared these past few weeks. I was blessed to see the names and receive messages from so many friends I have made here at TCF. To those I…
A few days ago, an acquaintance reached out to me on Messenger, sharing that their son-in-law died by suicide early that morning. It is not unusual for me to receive such messages, although they always steal away my breath and…
Divisiveness and intolerance for others’ views seem prevalent all around us today. We see it in our political beliefs, social justice concerns, and health environment. It is apparent within families, workplaces, and organizations. When we are grieving the painful death…
I love trees. I always have. I always wanted to live in a house surrounded by lots of large, mature, beautiful trees. When we moved to our beautiful river property, my husband’s favorite feature was the river, but mine was…
The process of grieving a significant death takes a person through many stages and changes. While each person grieves uniquely, some experiences are common. A substantial loss, such as the death of our child, sibling, or grandchild, impacts our whole…
I lost my child at the young age of 34. The loss of a child is like no other. Unfortunately, it is a loss that is often misunderstood by many. Here is what I’ve learned within two years of grief,…
he emergency section of St. Joseph’s Hospital. Beige walls lined with unimposing chairs closed in on me. Doctors came and left. Family members surrounded me. Police officers and a priest came to speak with me. Each one repeated the same…
Recently, I was shopping for a sympathy card and many of the cards had a message that essentially said, “May your memories bring you comfort.” I received cards like these when my son, Danny died. Perhaps you received similar cards…
