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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VACANCY written in neon blue on a black background

Searching For The Light Switch

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. Mary Oliver

The word Son is written in steam on a glass shower door

Confessions of a Grieving Mom

Most mornings I write his name in the steam on my glass shower door. As I write, a droplet of water often runs from one of the letters down the door, like a tear.

Anne on the left with brown hair wearing a dark jacket; David on the right wearing a gray jacket over a red shirt with a white baseball cap and sunglasses on the brim

On the Edge of 47

Numbers. Ages. They’re hard facts, and should seem concrete as boulders, but they just don’t make sense a lot of times.

Cherry tree leaves with a hint of red. New growth just budding in spring

Spring Without Her

Today I sit in uneasy peace, willing to move from my lookout by the window, glad the clear wall is there to shield me.

Jimmy and Molly sitting in front of a turquoise blue lake in New Zealand. Jimmy is wearing a black baseball cap and red Stanford tshirt. Molly is wearing a pendant and short sleeve white t-shirt with some splotches of light turquoise

The Choice

I carry his presence with me back inside like a lit votive around which I am cupping a hand to keep the moment alive. James Crews

Christmas Soul Savagery

December 23rd was a reminder for me. It was a reminder that there are still wounds covered with bandages that I’ve ignored too long. Bandages that, when removed unexpectedly, reopen the painful wounds of memories buried just below the surface. My emotional bandage was ripped off unexpectedly by an unsuspecting innocent bystander asking a simple […]

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