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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A pickleball racquet in its red and black case laying next to the net with the words "In memory of Michael Glickstein" written on the ground

Pickleball Saved My Life

It has been over one year since my son died. One year three months and twenty four days. I still cry everyday….I still can’t talk about him without tears. Between the tears there is Pickleball.

Sunset over the bay under a cloudy sky with the silhouette or two chairs on the beach in the foreground

Watching you die

Well, you don’t die during the week I visit—you want as much time as you can get on the planet, and you’re getting it—but you’re so close, you say, that you can see St. Peter when you’re in the shower.

Jimmy squating down with his hands on an antique cannonball on a chain. He's wearing a red Red Dox hat, a white t-shirt, black shorts with white piping and flip flops

Ghost Child

Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can’t just have vanished. He must be someplace. All I have to do is find him. Maggie O’Farrell

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Pain, That Common Ground

Healing, loving thoughts toward all those struggling today. I am with you, in my own pain. It’s the human condition, isn’t it? A common ground that unites us, this pain. 

Mom reading to Jimmy on the carpeted floor of our family room. Jimmy is one and wearing a sleeveless onsie. Mom has gray hear and is wearing long khaki pants and a light colored long sleeve collared shirt

Mothering Me Still

In the end, this may be why certain losses are so shocking, not because they defy reality, but because they reveal it. Kathryn Schulz

Stormy skies over the ocean. In the middle of the photo, there's a thin strip of rocky land like a finger jutting out

The Sounds Of Loss

The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths. Primo Levi

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