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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Four is not five

The four of us desperately needed a change of scenery. Getting through the daily grind while emotionally struggling is exhausting. So, we snuck away to the beach as soon as the school year ended, as we have done as a family of five for many years.

John, his wife Kathleen standing to his right and his mother standing to his left. Kathleen is wearing a gray t-shirt and black shorts. John is wearing a green tshirt and tan shorts. John's mother is wearing a yellow, green and blue print blouse with a black background and teal pants. They're standing on the shore of a body of water

The Call I Never Saw Coming

That phone call….  the one I will never forget. A bad phone call to top all bad phone calls. “I am so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but….”

Jimmy wearing a black baseball uniform with PACERS written in light blue across his chest. He has a black baseball cap on with a script L. His left hand has a glove on it and he's holding it at chin level. His right hand is cocked back with a baseball in it.

Finding Him There

The single breath we hold on the thinnest verge of sight: not there      there. A curve nearly naked, an arc of almost, a wisp of becoming … Kimberly Blaeser

Roger and his son TJ. Roger is wearing a black hoodie. TJ is wearing an orange hoodie pullover. They both have blond hair. Roger has a blond mustache and beard

Hammering Into The Keyboard

Trent Harden, better known to most of us as T.J., was the most naturally-gifted mechanic I’ve ever known. He had a gift for solving the puzzle and putting stuff together and making it work better than it had before (most of the time anyway). He was deeply-feeling and constantly sought acceptance from everyone around him, often to a fault.

Mountains in the background with green evergreens in the foreground. The sky is cloudy and tinted blue

The Life I Could Not See

There is no solution to pain, but there is so much beauty even now in the darkness … There’s still room for your laughter and beauty and joy. Even now. Frederick Buechner

Beach in San Francisco on a cloudy gray day. The water has white caps. In the center of the photo there's a rock rising from the waves

The Club No One Wants To Join

A shadow is nothing, of course, which is to say it is also everything. The way my life is now steeped in the shadow of his life, the way the shape of him follows me wherever I go. Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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