I’m No Stranger to Death, and I’m Not Afraid of It.
There are times I wonder what awaits me in the future.. Whenever it starts to scare me, I remind myself that death is really the beginning of something new.
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loss
How to Treat a Bereaved Mother: A Possible Guide. {poetry}
How someone bereaved feels and how they choose to, or very often just do, act is valid, even if, to an outsider, they seem to have lost control.
Embrace Your Grief Even If It Hurts. {poetry}
I hold grief like it's my friend. It hurts, but I embrace it. I will release it when I've fully processed its grip. I will let it go when I’m ready.
Grieving the Loss of a Matriarch: Walking in Nan’s Shoes.
As one’s well-worn shoes can prompt visceral depths of loss, the same is evoked by Hemingway’s tragic story using shoes to depict a life never lived.
I Am Learning to Hold All Things Gently. {poetry}
Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
Take up Space: Let Yourself Be Cared For.
You do not have to be the container for every space you inhabit. Grieve. Grieve the things you never had and the things you lost too soon.
When Loss Strips You Bare of All That Is External.
No one cares about what you achieved, owned, or for that matter, lost. The only humiliation is in your mind. You are most beautiful when you are vulnerable.
Not Alone: Grieving the Loss of My Child. {poetry}
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?
Time Does Not Heal Anything, Perspective Does.
A traumatic event needs empowering meaning as an antidote to heal. Finding it is a process in time, but when you do, the healing happens instantaneously.
The Poetry of Loss.
The more we can name loss as it appears in daily life, the more intimate we become with its ways. And the more we know it, the less we fear it.