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.
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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Left In The Dark
I told her I did not want her to go. When she asked me why, I answered, “Because I am afraid you will not come back.”
8 Months
During the first year after losing my 20 year old son Brandon (who had the brightest smile, perfect dimples, the hardiest laugh and gave the best hugs), I learned a lot. A lot about myself, about people, about God, about death, about grief, about Brandon himself and also about life. These unwanted enlightenments or lessons […]
For Jacob (May 21, 1998 – January 16, 2009)
I have been stymied for the past few days, trying to write a note to a dear friend, yet completely at a loss for what to say. What do you say to a mother who has lost her child to cancer? What can you say to ease a pain so great, so unfair, so wrong that you can’t even comprehend it?
You Came Home Today
You came home today, but not in the way I wanted or remembered. You passed from this life into the next, and I went to the doctor’s office to pick up your ashes — what’s left of what I love to hold, smell, lay next to and be around.
I Remember You
“I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain and the words that dance between people. And for me, it will always be this way, walking into the light, remembering being alive together.” Brian Andreas, StoryPeople
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