Words for the Journey
Discover a sanctuary of perspectives, tools, and shared experiences written for people living with grief.
I miss me too
"It's good to see you smile again!" she said,"I knew that after some time, you would get over her."
Faith and courage
This is coming from my heartI feel I've been torn apartEveryday I fight to be okTo know how blessed I am to have another dayEveryday is a chance to make things alright To start a new path, to start a new lifeWe all are imperfect in one form or anotherHow lucky are we to know each other
Shattered Order
I have spent my entire life believing there was some semblance of order to the world, some kind of logic and structure that kept our universe moving in the right direction. In my simple human mind, there had to be a reason for why things happened.
The Stethoscope, a Link to Past, Present and Future
Our elder daughter, mother of our twin grandchildren, died from the injuries she received in a car crash. This was bad enough, but six months later, the twin’s father died from the injuries he received in another crash. His death made our grandchildren orphans and the county court, following our daughter’s will, appointed my husband and me as their guardians.
Grieving the Relationship That Never Was
Most of the grief articles and forums I see are dedicated to the loss of a beloved family member. Stories, poems and tributes to the loss of a loved one that are filled with declarations and promises of a love that will never be forgotten.
Don't Steal My Grief, Thief!
This past week has thrown a massive monkey wrench into my grief journey. I am once again putting cold spoons under my eyes to reduce the swelling and feeling sick to my stomach. My grief diet hit me full force taking 5 pounds with her. Unfortunately despite the fact that I'm mourning my Dad, life marches on.
Scattered Truths, Eights Years Later
1. He doesn't want me at the grave. My senses arrestwhenever I go. I don't understand.
This Crooked Road
Every day, when I pull up my Facebook, I see so many posts from people who have lost a loved one. It matters not if it has been a day or years, the pain is real. I feel your pain because of my own loss. We realize that ones who have lost no one will not understand why we are still in pain. Yet on this crooked road, we meet many who get us.
looking back
I recognize the signs when it beginsthe slow swirl of memoryflashes of smiles and color