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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The Life I Could Not See

There is no solution to pain, but there is so much beauty even now in the darkness … There’s still room for your laughter and beauty and joy. Even now. Frederick Buechner

Beach in San Francisco on a cloudy gray day. The water has white caps. In the center of the photo there's a rock rising from the waves

The Club No One Wants To Join

A shadow is nothing, of course, which is to say it is also everything. The way my life is now steeped in the shadow of his life, the way the shape of him follows me wherever I go. Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Dan & Jimmy at the finish of a LIVESTRONG Challenge. They're both wearing red windbreakers and black and white bike helmets. Jimmy is carrying a single yellow rose

Enough

There in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it. Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow? Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?  V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

The Mathematics Of Loss

But the truth is somewhere inside of me: there is no formula. We live and we are loved and we are gone. Kate Bowler

Aimee and Luke standing at the top of a flight of stairs with the railing behind them. Aimee is wearing black rimmed glasses and is standing behind Luke with her arms around him. She's wearing a red, black and white plaid shirt and black pants. Luke has red hair and is wearing a black, royal blue and white striped sweater

I Hope

Aimee is a writer, chiropractor, wife, and mother of three, two of whom walk the Earth with her and one who lives in Heaven.

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The Light Of Joy

…Maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us. Mary Oliver

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