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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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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The silhouette of two people in a rowboat. The one on the left appears to be a woman; the one on the right who is rowing appears to be a man. The sun has set and the water and the cloudy sky are a deep blue gray.

How The Light Gets In

We are all broken … that’s how the light gets in. Ernest Hemingway

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Jimmy in his freshman dorm. His elevated single bed is on the right with a penguin and red quilt on it. He's wearing a Mellow Johnny's tshirt and black basketball shorts. There's a window behind him and a wooden chair in the left of the photo

The Forgotten Parts

Jimmy’s first home at Stanford was Cedro where he lived in room 218. He was known for his dry sense of humor, fanatic love of the Portland Trailblazers and playing pool and Super Smash Bros at all hours (along with the rest of us).

Griffin Price in Tears

Tall bonfire in the right half of the photo in front of a body of water at night

Standing in the Centre of the Fire

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

Margo Fowkes in Tears