A Cup of Grief at 35,000 Feet
The flight attendant had black curly hair, and I was envious. Born with board-straight, dirty blonde strands thinner than a…
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The flight attendant had black curly hair, and I was envious. Born with board-straight, dirty blonde strands thinner than a…
Continue ReadingIt’s easier to remember someone else’s grief in the weeks immediately following the loss. It is a lot harder to…
Continue ReadingEven I am guilty of comparing grief to a journey, but let me explain why that isn’t so. There is…
Continue ReadingAlmost 18 years ago, we lost our first child. It was unexpected. It was public. It was traumatic. It was a…
Continue ReadingLife churns forward in a somewhat continued and steady momentum that I find I must consistently adjust my pace to…
Continue ReadingI’m not ready. Not ready for time to just keep trudging forward without her. Four years have gone by, and…
Continue ReadingThree pregnancies in one year. Three first trimesters. Three moments of celebration . . . until they turned to moments…
Continue ReadingShe was a devoted mother of two boys with her husband of 26 years. With him, she owned a metallurgy…
Continue ReadingThe other day someone asked me how my grief has changed over the years since losing a parent at such…
Continue ReadingMy loss has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to endure, and I honestly don’t know if…
Continue ReadingWhen my mom died, I was sure I'd met my quota for hardship for the rest of my life. One…
Continue ReadingI'll leave a place for you. Though you are not here, I will leave a place for you . .…
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