All We Can Do Is Hold One Another Up: Ode to Zevvy. {poetry}
All we can do is hold one another up -- with our kindness, our care, our strength, our wisdom, our optimism. With whatever we have to offer.
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loss
Six Months to Numb Your Senses. {poetry}
It wasn’t easy, but six months on, I can safely say that I can now think of my father without the tears rolling uncontrollably.
Because It Mattered: A Celebration of Loss and Grief.
Instead of fighting back the debilitating sense of loss, celebrate your grief, because it shows you that you experienced something meaningful.
I’m No Stranger to Death, and I’m Not Afraid of It.
There are times I wonder what awaits me in the future.. Whenever it starts to scare me, I remind myself that death is really the beginning of something new.
How to Treat a Bereaved Mother: A Possible Guide. {poetry}
How someone bereaved feels and how they choose to, or very often just do, act is valid, even if, to an outsider, they seem to have lost control.
Embrace Your Grief Even If It Hurts. {poetry}
I hold grief like it's my friend. It hurts, but I embrace it. I will release it when I've fully processed its grip. I will let it go when I’m ready.
Grieving the Loss of a Matriarch: Walking in Nan’s Shoes.
As one’s well-worn shoes can prompt visceral depths of loss, the same is evoked by Hemingway’s tragic story using shoes to depict a life never lived.
I Am Learning to Hold All Things Gently. {poetry}
Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
Take up Space: Let Yourself Be Cared For.
You do not have to be the container for every space you inhabit. Grieve. Grieve the things you never had and the things you lost too soon.
When Loss Strips You Bare of All That Is External.
No one cares about what you achieved, owned, or for that matter, lost. The only humiliation is in your mind. You are most beautiful when you are vulnerable.