The 10 Things I Wish I Knew About The Holidays After Loss
I started this letter at a time when nobody was writing about grief, or even about grief and the Holidays. And those who were, were not discussing the elephant in the room. The loneliness. The deep sadness of the Holidays. You see, happy seasons, are the saddest seasons for people who are…
Leaves
As temperatures drop, fierce winds strip limbs bare revealing vulnerability, dimension and honesty. Geese overhead parade the sky with their horn section playing that familiar tune of change. Their echoes - soon distant - resonate melancholy across the barren sky. This passing gets me. Please stay…
You are Here to Love Many Times
I know you feel alone. I know you ask the question will I ever love again? Our lives after loss can almost feel foreign. We got stripped away from all that made us who we are. And we go home every night alone. The lights are off. The house unchanged. You can’t escape what happened here. You…
The Return of Some Things Lost
Before I knew they were called hidden losses, I made my own list. I had carried my late husband's office whiteboard upstairs, and wrote down some of the many things that vanished the day he died. I called it "things we did together." Pup walks on the beach Loving phone calls and text messages…
The 10 Things I Wish I Knew About The Holidays After Loss
I started this letter at a time when nobody was writing about grief, or even about grief and the Holidays. And those who were, were not discussing the elephant in the room. The loneliness. The deep sadness of the Holidays. You see, happy seasons, are the saddest seasons for people who are…
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Leaves
As temperatures drop, fierce winds strip limbs bare revealing vulnerability, dimension and honesty. Geese overhead parade the sky with their horn section playing that familiar tune of change. Their echoes - soon distant - resonate melancholy across the barren sky. This passing gets me. Please stay…
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You are Here to Love Many Times
I know you feel alone. I know you ask the question will I ever love again? Our lives after loss can almost feel foreign. We got stripped away from all that made us who we are. And we go home every night alone. The lights are off. The house unchanged. You can’t escape what happened here. You…
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The Return of Some Things Lost
Before I knew they were called hidden losses, I made my own list. I had carried my late husband's office whiteboard upstairs, and wrote down some of the many things that vanished the day he died. I called it "things we did together." Pup walks on the beach Loving phone calls and text messages…
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