Hello, have you ever had something go so wrong, it blew up everything you knew to be true about yourself and the world around you? Grief does that. It beats the crap out of you, picks you up and throws you into the new day. Every day.
My son was killed. It catapulted my family into a community of mourners. It is where I live now. If you know love, you will also know loss. Here, I share stories of great loss, the struggles of mine and my fellow grief warriors. This is also a place of hope and discovery. It is a place to explore how we might be able to one day whisper, Good Mourning, to our grief.
If you are new to grief, know that although grief is an individual journey, you are not alone. Start reading my blogs, from the beginning. Where I was and you are now. And if you need someone, reach out to me. I am here for you.
My wish, when I turned thirty, was to have fewer regrets in my next thirty than I did in my first thirty years. I felt I failed. When I look back on my first thirty years, the regrets I had are so small compared to the regrets in adulthood, specifically motherhood. In my first thirty… Read more: Regrets That Masquerade
The long weekend ended with a trip to the Rockyview Hospital when my blood pressure kept rising and the pain in my chest made it impossible to breathe. An overnight calamity of tests, I was sent home for bedrest waiting for a cardiologist to call for more tests. Any feeling of whoa-is-me was silenced when… Read more: Grief’s Visit In The Waiting Room
Anxiety seems to be a common emotion. Too common. Zane used to ponder how his generation seemed ‘perfect on paper’ but were full of anxiety, depression and worry. I’m not sure there is a one-size-fits-all answer but I do know that it is prevalent in our society and that everyone experiences it as some level… Read more: The Anxiety of Grief by Dr Wolfelt
I had a drink with a girlfriend this week who was telling me about her mother, who is almost a hundred years old, that she asked where her parents were. My friend had to tell her that they died, long ago. Her mother was confused. My friend has been down this path before with her… Read more: The Gifts My Mother Gave Me
I have always found Bereaved Mother’s Day curious. To have a day (the Sunday before Mother’s Day) that recognizes women who have lost a child. It started in Australia and began with a focus on babies who passed of S.I.D.S., a miscarriage or stillbirth. Over the years, it has spread world-wide as a day for… Read more: Another Mother Now Knows Today
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