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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Tessa sitting on a wooden bench outside in front of green grasses and wild flowers. She is sitting with her knees bent sideways to the camera. Her arms are around her knees. She has a white and brown knit cap on, a long sleeve gray shirt with a short sleeve black t-shirt over it, black pants, gray socks and hiking boots

Loss And Light

I used to wish James and I weren’t so close. I used to wish I didn’t call him my best friend, and I wished we didn’t have so much in common. I naively wished these things away, in the hope I could numb the pain of his absence. Losing someone to suicide is so complex. […]

Tommy standing with his arm around Steve. Steve has gray hair and is wearing a navy jacket. Tommy is wearing a matching baseball cap and navy blue jacket with an Adidas logo and block white S with a red letter through it

Accidental Overdose

When Tommy died, we had absolutely no clue that it was from an overdose. He died in early August, and we found out what killed him four months later! And we didn’t get the official coroner’s report until a year later!

Diane and her mother sitting next to each on brown chairs in front of a window with sheer curtains. Diane is wearing a red turtleneck and black sweater. Diane's mom is wearing a red collar shirt and a Christmas vest

The Forgotten Daughter

“Tell me your name” mom said
“I’m Diane” I replied

Jimmy standing by the side of the highway at the Tour de France. He is carrying a backpack and holding his cell phone in his left hand. His arms are out wide and he's standing on his left foot. He's wearing a yellow LIVESTRONG baseball hat and a red Stanford t-shirt with Stanford written in white on the front.

The Rope Burns Of Grief

Grief is the rope burns left behind when what we have held to most dearly is pulled out of reach, beyond our grasp. Stephen Levine

The view of the ocean from the bench where the wind phone sits. There's a mowed path with taller brown grass behind it, leading to the edge of the bluff and a barbed wire fence with a gate and the ocean and blue sky beyond that

Calling All Angels

“Because my thoughts could not be relayed over a regular phone line, I wanted them to be carried on the wind. So I named it the wind telephone …” Itaru Sasaki, Really Long Distance

The Tyranny of Death

After the deaths of a good friend, his mother’s best friend, both of his grandparents, his uncle and finally, his father all in a five year period, Lewis wrote “The Tyranny of Death” to express the emotional tension created by the death of loved ones.

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