
“Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap on a rope.” Bill Cosby
Unless you are hiking...
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11 Jun 2013
Conversation with Tom
Episode 6
Glen Lord – The Grief Toolbox
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Lately, it seems as though every time I turn around I'm bombarded with some reference to signs. Specifically, signs that we believe come from loved ones who have passed.
The death of someone we love is a most profound, heart wrenching experience filled with complex emotions. The immediate pain makes the world around us dark and most often the...
CommentsWalkaways....2002
No big differences these days
Just the same old walkaways
And someday
I’m gonna stay
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“Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap on a rope.” Bill Cosby
Unless you are hiking...
It was 17 weeks ago today I lost you, Ray. Today, the loss of our physical contact hit me hard. I remember how I could always come up and hug you for no special reason, just because I love you was reason enough. That loss of contact is hitting me hard. I woke up sobbing last night from the pain. Does this pain ever ease? I feel each day that a little more of me...
CommentsFirst – adj. Preceding all others in time.
Final – adj. Coming at the end. Being the last in a series.
One of the pearls of wisdom that gets passed along to the grief stricken is that the firsts are always the hardest. Unfortunately, David and I learnt what this meant in the months following Mack’s death in July 2006. We experienced an overdose of...
CommentsMy mother has been gone from life for what seems like eternity, however, some days it seems like I saw her beautiful face, smelled her Vanilla perfume in her hug, and patted her long black hair just yesterday.
It has been nearly sixteen months since she took her last breath. My mother, Carol, was a first grade teacher who loved her students as she loved my brother and I. The part she...
CommentsAnother day, more tears.
I am alone and missing you.
I miss your smile.
I miss the comfort of your arms.
I miss the sound of your voice.
I find myself talking to you while watching TV.
I miss your teasing.
I miss your gentleness.
When I go anywhere, I talk to you in the car.
I talk to you at the stores.
I talk to...
CommentsMy mind says he's gone
My heart says no
Can't you feel his love?
Can't you feel his presence?
My mind says he's gone
My heart says no
Don't you remember the times you shared?
Don't you smile at the little things he did for you?
My mind says he's gone
My heart says no
You are strong because of his love he had for you
You are...
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