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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Sleep Is Not Coming To Me

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. Christopher Pike

Everywhere Beauty Lives

Tilly, you are everywhere beauty lives. Walking our path, I touched you today in rays of sunshine between two maples. Every intricate strand of you lives inside my every breath ~ you were my everything, center of the universe, the golden thread that wove my world together … and I was all yours for seven […]

The word "courage" is written in light blue chalk on the pavement

Everyday Courage

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name. Robert Louis Stevenson

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


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


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

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