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.
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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Moldy Bread
My work-study job at USC gives me the distraction I need to take my mind off Mom’s condition. It is a coveted position. If I show those in charge that I know what I’m doing and have a great attitude, I will be promoted to host alumni tours that happen on an almost daily basis.
The Cruelest Month
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. ~T.S. Eliot
When a Loved One Dies By Suicide
Suicide carries in its aftermath a level of confusion and devastation that is beyond description. Kay Jamison
Nuts & Chews
When the demons get too close, I find the glossy white See’s box that glimmers distinctly in my trunk, among my high school trophies, clippings, and other memories. There she is, Mary See, prominently displayed on a 5-pound box. This one would have held “Nuts & Chews,” Grandpa Mike’s favorites that we gifted him every Christmas and then proceeded to plow through without a care to our waistlines or teeth. As I pull the box out, I can still smell and taste the chocolate on my tongue.
The night had always belonged to you
The night had always belonged to you,
with me slumbering through whatever turmoil stirred your insomniac heart.
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