“Don’t compare yourself to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.” – Regina Brett “My grief is worse than your grief” sounds like a kindergarten playground retort. Is it [...]
As I grieve the loss of my husband, I find that my life is just OK. I write, I volunteer, I function, but function is the operative word, and it often keeps me in a stagnated state. I function [...]
When my husband Peter died almost four years ago, yes, I said died, not passed away, not departed, and certainly not resting in peace, I had a refresher tutorial in bereavement terminology. I [...]
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote about grief in his poem In Memoriam A.H.H. about the death of his friend and fellow poet Arthur Henry Hallam: “I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I [...]
A friend told me about a new airport screening service called CLEAR, which is purported to be so easy that it makes PRE-TSA look like lining up for Black Friday. The cost is $179 per year which [...]
The words of W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues “he was my North, my South, my East and West” both devastate and elevate me merging into one single emotion. Peter was my world, my globe, my compass, [...]
It has been three and a half years since my husband Peter suddenly died. The thing I miss most about my loss, is not being able to kiss him good morning, kiss him hello when he walked in the [...]
After my husband Peter died over three years ago, living seemed insurmountable. I could barely rise from my bed each day and function, with the heavy weight of the loss intensely crushing my [...]
