Twenty years! I can't believe that this coming May 2013 will mark the 20th anniversary of the deaths of my 37-year-old wife Cindy and my two-year-old adopted daughter Katie. Twenty years! That's seven years longer than the 13 years Cindy and I were married.
Deep breaths. Count your tears. Here comes the due date. The day my world was supposed to change. The day my husband and I transitioned from partners to parents, welcoming a healthy, pink, squirming bundle of hopes and dreams.
Birthdays, anniversaries and other significant days can cause great pain after the loss of a beloved. Counselors call them grief triggers. Some people have confessed that these days can be more painful than the day itself. Grief itself is a deep distress over the loss, which causes deep pain. No person is immune to grief, but although everybody experience grief we do experience it differently.
As my boys and I one year mark of loosing Bob gets closer, we begin to prepare ourselves. How can one prepare for this kind of thing? Loss, it will come to us all. It is the reality that hits you between the eyes like a boulder from nowhere.
September 10th of every year is World Suicide Prevention Day, and while most of us would rather not think about suicide at all, it has increasingly become everyone's problem. The World Health Organization predicts that by 2020, someone will die by suicide every twenty seconds. Forever changed we survivors are, and charged with the greatest of challenges~how to harvest the pearls beneath the turbulent waters of catastrophic grief and help reduce suicide's horrible numbers.
September 10th of every year is World Suicide Prevention Day, and while most of us would rather not think about suicide at all, it has increasingly become everyone's problem. The World Health Organization predicts that by 2020, someone will die by suicide every twenty seconds. Forever changed we survivors are, and charged with the greatest of challenges~how to harvest the pearls beneath the turbulent waters of catastrophic grief and help reduce suicide's horrible numbers.
Recently the 7th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina’s destructive landfall was marked vividly by the howling landfall of Hurricane Isaac. As someone who lived on the Mississippi Coast during Katrina, that was a painful time back in 2005. It was one that changed all of us in so many ways.
August 29th is another anniversary, though. One that is more painful. It has been a year since my wife Maggy’s dad passed away. Having been a part of the family for so long, he was a father to me as well. Really, he treated me that way from the beginning.

Grief’s Cloak
I took off grief’s cloak so that its heaviness would be removed.
I needed to lift this shroud of pain and sadness