There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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Where’s Your Sister?

“Where’s your sister?”

The question came up less and less as the sight of me leaving our house alone grew more common. When someone did ask, my answer was always the same. “She’s a runaway.” A runaway. Not, “She ran away,” which would be a single action, a verb that could be set in reverse.

My Sweet Dreams

Her little hands, in my hand, as we walk to kindergarten. She smiling at me, eager to play with all the other kids …

It Is Never Too Late To Grieve

Judy Lipson is the author of Celebration of Sisters: It Is Never Too Late To Grieve, winner of the Literary Titan’s 2021 Silver Award. The sole survivor of three sisters, Judy founded Celebration of Sisters, an annual ice-skating fundraiser to commemorate the lives and memories of her beloved sisters, Margie and Jane …

Footprints On My Heart

I am an AWA writer, Hula dancer, perpetuate Hawaiian Culture, advocate for cancer survivorship. I work for the State in IT Customer Service Administration. I am committed to raising my Pembroke Welsh Corgis. We recently said goodbye to our last boy, Kingston, from our original Corgi pack.

Just Fine

They ask me how I’m doing these days and weeks after he left for the last time, shed his last tear, gave his last hug, took his last breath …

The Sadness Beneath The Surface

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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