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How to Handle the EXHAUSTION of Grief

Wayne lived out in the country. Walking into his house was like entering a cave. The curtains were drawn, the lights off.

Wayne sat in his recliner, staring at the wall. Neither of us said anything for several minutes.

Finally, Wayne began to shake. His face contorted as if in pain. His eyes were red from lack of sleep.

“I miss her so much,” he stammered.

How to Handle (Good & Bad) Triggers

For me, it’s a Bryan Adams or Collective Soul song. The roar of a super-charged Mustang. A plate full of cheesy potatoes. Fall leaves. A blue suit. His name.

When We Can't Imagine a World Without Them

When someone we love exits, they leave a hole. A large one. 

“She was the most wonderful woman. Words can’t express how much I loved her. She’s gone, and now there’s a hole where my heart was,” Larry said, staring at his wife Darlene’s picture.

“I can’t imagine the world without her. She was my life. What am I supposed to do now? How am I going to go on living?”

Handling the Loneliness of Grief

Loss and loneliness often go together.

“People say they know what I’m going through. No, they don’t. They can’t,” Carter said.

Grief is lonely. No one knows exactly how you feel. It was your relationship and your loss – yours alone.

Those Crazy, Unpredictable Emotions

From the author: This is an article you can share, send, or forward to those others to help them understand the grieving heart a little better.

Grief is emotional!

Please Be Patient, I'm Grieving

 Grief hurts.  It’s tough to go through, and painful to watch.

One or both of the following is true about almost all of us almost all of the time:

Time Changes Nothing

166 days since I last spoke or saw you.

Death changes everything.

Time changes nothing.

I miss the sound of your voice.

I miss our conversations and your advice.

Small decisions are now hard.

I miss your presence, your touch.

I miss making new memories and sharing old ones.

A New Day

Spring awakens with the dawn of a new day. A new day that I get up and try to feel for my existence. It doesn't come. I'm here but I am not. Twenty eight months. I've come a long way but yet not so far. My needs are small in comparison but simplistically impossible. I want to see your beautiful face. Your twinkling eyes. Your quirky smile.


Guilt is conniving, clever, and sneaky. He delights in lies and accusation. He shows no mercy to wounded hearts.

Guilt is not our friend.

The Season Has Ended (The Dream)

The season has ended. Blossoms of purples and whites fill my sight. I pass through the fields of heather and look beyond the sea. A peacefulness settles in the misty dew surrounding my body and filling my senses. I am with someone. A beautiful feeling of pure and abundant love emanates sparkles of light that reach deep within my soul. It is my son. He reaches for my hand and helps me up.

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