Sackcloth and Ashes: When Grief is Messy
EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS POST DISCUSSES SUICIDE I didn’t truly understand the intensity of grief until I lost my husband, Eric.…
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EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS POST DISCUSSES SUICIDE I didn’t truly understand the intensity of grief until I lost my husband, Eric.…
Continue ReadingNothing makes you appreciate life more than death. I was still reeling from the loss of my dad when one…
Continue ReadingIt’s been six years to the day since we lost you. In fact, in the time it will take me…
Continue ReadingWe sat watching the line of kids—and our daughters’ chubby little fingers—“play” the piano. My friend smiled affectionately at the…
Continue ReadingCards. Meals. Visits. Gifts. Day after day these things arrived at my door right after my husband died leaving me…
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Continue ReadingThe second day of summer break started out as a typical day. Sunny skies, which meant a walk around the…
Continue ReadingTwenty years ago, you left. The human on this earth who could see all of me and nod in understanding.…
Continue ReadingThere is a picture of you getting ready to go to your senior prom and holding me as a baby.…
Continue ReadingI was sitting on the curb at the end of my grandma and grandpa’s driveway. Shoulders stooped, my head resting…
Continue ReadingHe saved her cup. It's been nearly 20 years, but he still has her cup. That's hard to say, and…
Continue ReadingI woke suddenly in the wee hours of the morning, unsure if it was the pounding thunder that had startled…
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