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.
I must share the aftermath of St. Patty’s Day this year. We did show up at our local watering hole with family and friends joining us. We did have too many libations, including the traditional shots of Jamesons. We ended up at home, pouring myself to bed to wake the next morning from a text… Read more: The Others in Pain
My latest read was about how many spaces our grief needs and how to build room for each. Leanne, a Pastor who tended to her Parish in their times of joy and sorrow, found herself personally dealing with grief, when her sister passed away after a long battle with cancer. Grief knocked the foundation of… Read more: Grieving Room by Leanne Friesen
It is the day before St. Patty’s Day. A major holiday in our home. It started as a birthday party for my father, a true leprechaun in this life. It became bigger as Zane grew up, relishing and embellishing in all its magic. No matter where our family is on this day, we gather at… Read more: Raise the Parting Glass
I had a dream about my grandmother. She came to me with a concern. Something she wanted to remind me about and by the time I woke to write it down, it was gone. Only the word bergamot stuck with me. I’m not panicked about this dream, more curious, as the latest course I took… Read more: Potions in My Grama’s Pantry
When a loved one passes, the biggest fear is that they will be forgotten. It is a universal understanding within the grief community of how important it is to say their name, to recognize their special days and to be present for such. I know first-hand the comfort I feel when someone shares with me… Read more: A Note to My Pen Pal
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