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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How Are You?

They ask – how are you? You respond I’m fine, but are you really? Of course not. You pretend so you don’t have to talk, and they don’t have to listen.

Are You Okay?

Are you okay? How many times have you been asked this question? If you’re a griever, chances are it’s more than you’d like. But when you answer this question, are you really telling the truth?

Chisel

Christina Honeycutt is a mother, widow, and writer hailing from California. A former college professor, Christina possesses a Master of Arts in Composition and Rhetoric, and currently serves the State of California as a manager for the Department of Water Resources.

Martha, Margo and Larry at Margo's graduation. Martha is wearing a suit jacket and dark glasses. She has short gray hair. Margo is wearing a black cape and gown and carrying a bouquet of roses. Larry is wearing a brown suede suite jacket and brown tie.

When Your Last Parent Dies

For a child, the loss of a parent is the loss of memory itself. Svetlana Alexievich

Letter to KK

Remember how the beginning of each September was always filled with excitement? The unofficial start of autumn, that deliciously hectic season of fall festivals and apple picking, pumpkin carving and trick-or-treating, decorating and cookie baking. You had already started listening to Halloween music, and probably already saw Nightmare Before Christmas at least once.

The Empty Seat on the Bus

I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & 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

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