Words for the Journey

Mourning in AmericaAs I move through the journey of my own grief, I have observed that a culture shift has occurred in what is expected of mourners.

I belong to the local chapter of The Compassionate Friends. At a recent meeting, several people said their grief had gotten softer. Softer is an interesting word choice and one I understand. More than eight years have passed since my elder daughter died, and although my grief has softened, it hasn’t disappeared. Grief will always be part of me.

 I’m watching over you from HeavenI’ll be your strength when you are weakI’ll be the rock that you may lean onWhen your tears fall upon your cheekPlease know that I am proud of youFor trying hard to carry onI know without me there its hardBut know my spirit is not goneI see the way you honor my life

It never dawned on me that you'd be gone.I never thought I'd see the day that you're not around.I never imagined I could go on without you.And yet, here I am,

A recent blog post on Grief After Suicide argues (convincingly, I hope) that suicide bereavement is unique because suicide itself is a unique way to die.

Celebrating The Fourth of July and seeing Signs of the Beyond Life:

When you left,                                                   &n

 I have asked so many times Why? why did MY son have to die. I will never know or understand, why God came and took your hand. He took you home and I sit in sorrow, knowing there will not be that tomorrow when you walk thru my door and I see your face, 

Hi Momma,

We start to feel alone, abandoned, orphaned in a pretty short time after our loss. Grief is a greedy monster. It is not satisfied with tearing our hearts to pieces, no, it has to rip our world to shreds too. We had people around us that we trusted, took them at their word. Pretty sad time to have trust broken as well as life as we know it.

C