The Crunch of Snow
Shock. It paralyzes the senses long enough for the body, the spirit, the mind to catch up with each other, to absorb whatever terrible news that’s been delivered to us. For me, it was a 30 second phone call from…
Shock. It paralyzes the senses long enough for the body, the spirit, the mind to catch up with each other, to absorb whatever terrible news that’s been delivered to us. For me, it was a 30 second phone call from…
There is a gate that each of us has unknowingly passed through. This gate opens only one way……once we have passed through this gate we cannot return to the other side. Each of us stepped through the gate at a…
I opened up my heart To the possibility That people understand What grief has done to me To find another person Who’s sharing this deep pain May change that sense of loss Might help us to explain Our grief brought…
Twenty-two years of grief changes a lot of things. I am a new person every day. I never expected to survive my daughter’s death. For months after, I prayed to die. More than once, I considered taking my own life,…
Creative activities like drawing, painting, and listening to or performing music can help to reduce stress during difficult times. What you may not know is that writing can reduce anxiety and boost resilience, too. Writing your thoughts in a journal—for…
I miss my girl today. I miss her smile, her voice, her touch. I miss brushing her hair. I miss the monotony of our morning routine. I miss helping her pee and dress and brush her teeth. I used to…
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Christmas has ended, and the living room still has that unwrapped look. With the festivities now part of future memories, I anticipate the next hurdle: the start of a new year. The TV commercials romanticize champagne toasts illuminated by glowing candles….
The old saying is true: “If there is an elephant in the room, introduce him.” No good purpose is served by denial, yet we are very good at it. And when it comes to facing the pain of our grief…
I vividly remember New Year’s Eve, December 31, 1994… My 15-year-old daughter Nina loved any opportunity for a celebration. She invited a couple of her high school friends over, planned games, tried some new recipes, and bought her customary bottle…
