Words for the Journey

In the early days, when the grief is so raw and you trust nothing, especially your own emotions, you feel the change of rhythm and think you are imaging it. You question every move you make, every thought you have. You question it because you believe it is grief that has changed your perspective. You are right, it is the grief.

Ways I coped after the loss of my oldest son.

For me grief is a whole gammut of emotions that takes you on a journey with no clear guidelines.It is a human experience that goes beyond a text book of explanations.My grief experience is mine alone yet the feelings I express on my own journey have received some touching responses including these:

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It is written on my heart now. The pain, the loss, the sorrow. All of it etched so deeply, it has become a part of this life I now live. I find that it is not a 'new normal' for so much of the old is still there. The grief is an added extension that stays without invitation.

                                                       I MISS YOU!I miss your face.

As Tim saysHere is a song I wrote to remember lost loved ones and feeling their presence all around...Original song wrote by Tim Strathman copyright Tim Strathman 2015

I had to take my husband to the hospital emergency department last week. Although I’ve done this before, it was more difficult this time. Five days ago my husband had surgery and he felt tired and “beat up.” Certainly, he didn’t need any more medical complications. After undergoing some tests, he was transferred by ambulance from one hospital to another, and re-admitted.

Grief is a sensitive issue and an issue we all face. These are my experiences and the truth of my journey and studies in this area. My words are simply signposts for you to guide you back into your own truth.

My daughter Jeannine has been prominent in my thoughts lately.  Since her death on March 1,2003 at the age of 18, due to cancer, there isn’t a day that goes by that I am not reminded of her presence in my life. The best of who Jeannine was in her lifetime is embodied in me and will forever be embodied in me.

This time 4 years ago the woman I called mum was approaching the end of her life.Removing her life support gave her permission to make the final choice.Four hours later she took her final breath.I began my grief journey with no idea where it would take me,