Where is My Miracle?
While in chat the other night someone asked the question, “Where was my miracle?”in regards to losing their child. My thoughts have been consumed by that question ever since. What is a miracle? I had to go look it up…
While in chat the other night someone asked the question, “Where was my miracle?”in regards to losing their child. My thoughts have been consumed by that question ever since. What is a miracle? I had to go look it up…
Feeling the anger today, hot and pulsing in my veins. I am angry she is gone. I am angry for everything she isn’t getting to do, everything she was robbed of. I am angry all her hard work, and mine…
The culmination of all the training runs . . . the throng of like-minded people . . . the crack of the starting pistol . . . ah, race day jitters! Nothing could motivate me more than the start of…
From the shadows we come, the surviving siblings. We are all ages: younger, older, twins and subsequent children. We have our own story to tell, one that is often brushed aside in the concern for our parents, the spouse, and…
Since your child or sibling or grandchild died have you noticed that people seem to say a lot of things that lead you to say to yourself, “What was she thinking?” or “Where did that come from?” You’ve probably wondered…
Dear Sibling, How can I possibly tell you how much I miss you? But of course you probably know – since you knew me better than anyone. No matter how much time passes, I still wish you were here to…
When it came to connecting to the Facebook world, I was a late bloomer. While Facebook was all the rage and others raved about how they found old friends, great new recipes, and shared photos with family from afar, I just…
As bereaved parents, we have a line of demarcation in our lives. This line is like no other. Other people define their lives by that one big career step, move or degree. But in other people’s lives, things are different….
During my over 30 years as a therapist and counselor, I have often been asked by clients and friends, “What do you think is best, a bereavement group or individual therapy?” Those who decide to go with a group then…
Every day, I make accommodations for this grief. Every. Single. Day. Without exception. On a “good” day, that might look like excusing myself to the bathroom at work where I can cry in private, if only for a few minutes,…
