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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Molly, Barbara, Margo. Molly is wearing an olive green long-sleeve shirt and a black down vest with her long hair pulled back in a pony tail. Barbara is wearing a light blue collared shirt and violet blue sweater. She has short white hair and is using a walker. Margo is wearing black pants and a beige sweater with her purse across her body

The Last Remaining Brick

We are defined by whom we have lost. Anna Quindlen


After saying goodbye to Mom in the hospital Thursday and eulogizing her on Saturday, I board a plane back to LA on Sunday. As I make my way onto the plane, ‘baby jewelry to be worn by grandchildren’ causes my knees to buckle with the realization that, if I have them, she will never meet my children.

The Statistics Of Hope

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

No Longer There

For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Under Her Raincoat

… I saw a mom take her raincoat off and give it to her young daughter when a storm took over the afternoon. My god I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet. Ada Limon, The Raincoat

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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

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