The morning after my first session of a grief support group.
I had wanted to stay at home in bed all day, but I couldn’t. I had two children to take to school and a paycheck to earn. I had awakened that morning with a horrible headache, a dark depression and a deep despair that was worse than I had ever experienced.
"Men grieve far more than we show or discuss."
The first thing women should know about male grief is that we have a lot of it. It is pushed into many darkened corners of our lives. We try to stay very, very busy.
We hurt when our children leave home. In one fashion or another, we helped build that emptying nest.
Many types of bereavement go unrecognised, but few will cause people to look at you as if you’ve just arrived from the nearest planet with an extra-terrestrial population. That is a particular problem for people who have experienced the loss of somebody they only knew online. There is a definite tendency to think that the nature of online relationships makes them somehow less worthy of recognition and mourning when people we have known through those means pass away.
Sweet Serenity: What I Know For Sure
By C.S. Lockley
He lay there dying and muttered the final words as his last breath drew to a close "I love you." Think about this statement, can you remember the final words that your loved one said to you before they moved on to the spirit world.
Honored Before the deaths of my children I was never the person to have a life mission of helping other people. I never really thought about it, I guess you could say I was selfish from that standpoint. If someone needed help and asked, I was there for them, but I never went out of [...]
This is the story of Adrienne, as told by Kelly Larsen I was married for 29 years; I got married when I was 23. And my husband and I sort of grew up together. We had the perfect marriage, everything … Continue reading
Widow, what a strange word! I can’t tell you how many people have said to me, “You need to find a new word to describe who you are”. Who I am? Does the word widow describe who we are or is the hand that we have been dealt?
I searched the web, of course, and came up with some interesting definitions for widow as a noun:
On Oct 3rd 2011 at 2:33pm I was told that my baby was dead. I was 35 weeks pregnant when I got the horrible news no mother ever wants to hear. Your baby no longer has a heartbeat. Then the news got worse, you have to deliver her. I had spent 8 months preparing for her arrival and suddenly it was happening. Just not the way I had planned it.
