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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Wild Patience

Grief is nothing but a painful waiting, a horrible patience. Grief cannot be torn down or scaled or overcome or outsmarted. It can only be outlasted. Survival is surrender to the brick wall. Glennon Doyle

I Remember It All

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things. Cicero

Getting Off The Train

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. Emily Dickinson

Love Will Have To Do

Love will have to do, along with bright and dim memories, some that still hurt, others that we savor like Life Savers tucked away in our checks. Anne Lamott

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How Many Children Do You Have?

Secrets are a perfect stand in for boundaries — Transparent, Season 4

Still

…the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. T.S. Eliot

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