Have you ever awakened with the hope that this loss was just a terrible, cruel joke? That by day’s end your beloved would shout, “April Fool!” and life would be good again? Sometimes, we dream that their leaving was just a dream, a nightmare from which we will one day awake. And yet, we never...

Knowing that he had come to raise Lazarus from the grave, still Jesus wept with Mary and Martha. Why? Jesus wept, because he knew that the grieving sisters needed to have their friend hear their pain, their tears and join them in those tears. Jesus wept, because his friends needed him to grieve with them....

When we grieve, our bodies react to the loss. For some, this reaction impacts our immune systems. In this current season of cold, flu and the coronavirus/COVID-19, grieving people need to be particularly careful with our health. We may not be in the traditional at-risk groups, but our systems may be compromised by grief. Your...

                My father and I loved each other deeply. When we got angry with one another, we talked or sometimes yelled it out. When he died, I do not believe we had any unfinished conversations. There are about 10,000 hugs I still want to give him and receive from him, but no unfinished conversations. Mom...

For no particular reason, on no special day, do something kind for yourself. Take yourself to a movie. Go for a walk. Get out your coloring book and spend a day. It is so easy to dwell on our loss and hurt and so easy to forget that we are also worthy of joy. Take...

I have come to realize that there are many things I do not remember about the day my parents died. These are things I want to know and that I need to remember. I have begun to ask my questions of friends who may hold the answers. Many have said that this need is unhealthy....

In three days, it will be five years since the accident that claimed my parents’ lives. Five years seems at times to be a very long time. Other times, it is like yesterday. A couple of months ago, I realized that I was sliding into deep grief again, and I did not want to do...

Stephen King has a story called “Sometimes they come back.” A child witnesses his brother’s murder by a gang. Over time, all of the gang members die.  The child grows up. The gang members are resurrected, as only Stephen King can conjure, and they come after the surviving brother. To drive these demons away, the...

I  so wish I could tell you that in six weeks, six months, even six years, your life would be complete again. I haven’t lied to you in the first two years of this blog, so I won’t start now. I often wonder how long it will be before I can think of my precious...

Someone recently showed me a beautiful truth. She pointed out that in mountain ranges the mountains are connected to one another. Then she asked, “are they connected at the top?” No, of course not. They are connected in the valleys. We too find our connections with each other in the valleys of our lives, perhaps...