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 …
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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“I lost a child,” she said. “I thought I wouldn’t live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.” Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver
When I was told my son was dead–I crumbled inside. I was completely broken and a mess for a long time. How could this be true?
… we who have had our travel plans disrupted and rerouted via the valley, we recognise each other. even from far off. even in our silence, we can tell who colours beyond the rules and the walls, and all over the straight lines that keep us from seeing the light inside each other. Liezel Graham
21 months ago my life was forever changed. My first born and only son passed away November 10, 2019. Brenden was such an amazing person – smart, kind, always made you feel good about yourself, and at the age of 19, he was living his best life at Cal Poly when he died of alcohol poisoning.
After saying goodbye to Mom in the hospital Thursday and eulogizing her on Saturday, I board a plane back to LA on Sunday. As I make my way onto the plane, ‘baby jewelry to be worn by grandchildren’ causes my knees to buckle with the realization that, if I have them, she will never meet my children.