By Cat Borg Let Christmas Comfort Your Hurting Heart This Year
I wanted to tell you something the other day. I even went as far as picking up my phone to…
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Grief
By Valeria Tipton ‘Twas The Night Before Our First Christmas Without You
'Twas the night before my first Christmas without you. I was so heartbroken I didn't know what to do. The…
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God Gives Us Glimpses Into Heaven To Remember What’s Important
It had been a long morning. I wasn’t hungry but knew I needed to eat. Standing in line at this…
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By Lauren Dykovitz I Miss My Mom, But I’m Glad She’s No Longer Suffering
My mom suffered from Alzheimer’s disease for 10 years. She was bedbound for the last two months of her life.…
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By Adrianne Thompson When You Become a Mom, You Want Your Own—But Sometimes She’s in Heaven
The person you need the most when you become a mom is your own mom. You need the person who…
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By Heather Delaney I Thought I Hated Christmas, But I Just Needed To Stop Hiding My Grief
Last night I put up my Christmas tree and cried. It happens every year. Well, at least every year since…
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My Mom’s Death Was Expected, But It Didn’t Hurt Any Less
How many times have you heard someone say, “My loved one died. Well, she was sick and we knew it…
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By Jenni Brennan 4 Ways To Get Through the Holidays When You’re Grieving
That time of year has found us once again. Everywhere we turn we see the sights, sounds, and smells of…
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By Whitney Fleming Grief is Hard For Those Who Must Take Care of the Living
Grief is hard for those who must take care of the living. It’s hard for the ones who can’t take…
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The Scars Remind Us We Lived Through the Pain
I’ve heard it said that scars are tattoos with better stories. Growing up I didn’t feel that way. I hated…
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By Ann-Marie Ferry The 5 Stages of Grief For a Loss Mom
The suddenness of grief is disorienting. It leaves us grappling for a way, a path to walk. We, as bereaved…
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By Laura Niebauer Palmer We Hang a Christmas Ornament For the Child Who’ll Never See it
There it sat on the doorstep, an innocuous, small, brown box holding something so small yet so emotionally heavy. Inside…
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