By Krystal Sieben James Van Der Beek’s Passing Feels Personal
I remember being little and my mom crying when Roy Orbison died. I remember thinking, What’s the big deal? He’s…
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Grief
By Kristyna Moore Nobody Prepares You for Losing a Parent
Nobody prepares you for the loss of a parent. How could they? How do you explain the surreal feeling of…
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Love Never Leaves
“They’ve found a spot on your daddy’s pancreas.” The tearful words my mama said to me on that Monday. Words…
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By Kora Michaud As a Funeral Director and a Mom, I Want My Kids To Learn To Grieve
The rhythm of childhood for my children has always moved to a different tempo. While other kids grew up to…
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By Elizabeth Pershing To the Widow Tired of being Strong
Intellectually, I understand the compliment given to me more times than I can count: "You are so strong." My first…
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The Empty Chair
The holidays are fun. And hard. I always feel so blessed. And also so empty at times. Each aspect of…
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By Michelle Moreno-Apolo 10 Years after My Mother’s Death, Her Faith Still Guides Me
Growing up, I was a reluctant Catholic. My mother would drag us to church, and I'd go through the motions—fingers…
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Mom Was the Magic of Christmas
As I've gotten older, I've come to realize my mom was the true magic of Christmas. Throughout my childhood, she…
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By Nikki Specht Stay a Little While Longer
My granny went on hospice this week. My granny, who helped raise my sister and me. Who picked us up…
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By Brittany Moore Healing Through the Holidays
Last night, as I was tucking my children into bed, my 7-year-old little old soul, my tiny empath who feels…
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By Katarina Bohn My Son Is a Living Reminder of My Dad In Heaven
I was 17 years old and a senior in high school when my father passed away after a lengthy battle…
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By Kelsey Scism Grieving through the Holidays Is Like Running a Marathon on a Sprained Ankle
I don’t remember much about my daughter’s first Christmas. I was 24, my daughter was nearly a year, and my…
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