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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Gone, Gone, Gone

When life leaves you high and dry
I’ll be at your door tonight if you need help, if you need help
I’ll shut down the city lights
I’ll lie, cheat, I’ll beg and bribe to make you well, to make you well

Older two story home with two white pillars in front. The house is tan in color with brick on the second. There are barren trees in front of the house

Gone

Two months after, she realized that she could not envision his eyes — smoky brown, heavily lashed — searching for her.

An old white rowboat with blue trim sitting on a sandy beach with blue ocean to the right and a cloudy blue sky above

Seaworthy

We sailed out further than I ever imagined and turned to look back, gauge the distance, watch the changing sky.

Photo of Jimmy's bed with a red bedspread, two penguins and two pillows, one with the JF logo on the front and the other with JIMMYSTRONG on it

Say Their Names

A man is not dead while his name is still spoken. Terry Pratchett

The ocean at sunset with orange and yellow clouds in the sky reflected in the waves below.

The more the merrier

The day we gathered to remember you, fires rampaged across our state as the diablo winds whipped October and stories circled like whirling leaves

View of Hurst Avenue from the side. The driveway is in the foreground with the green house in the background, largely hidden by bushes. The redwood trees are behind it and the liquid amber trees are to the left.

Saying Goodbye

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. Winnie the Pooh

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