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 have no energy to keep up with the everyday tasks that are expected of me. I have no desire to do anything I used to enjoy. I find myself standing in my kitchen while I wait for the kettle to boil. But I forgot to turn it on. My grief has seemingly overtaken me.… Read more: Mama Bear is Hurt
The book, “How to Get Your Broom Back”, is not my typical grief reading subject, but it came to me across Instagram as a book every woman should read when she turns 50. Although I am older than the suggested demographic, I too liked the idea of ‘getting my broom back’. It was a great… Read more: How to Get Your Broom Back by Gabrielle St. George
At a recent gathering of fellow grieving mothers, it was brought up how often the desire to “just run away” occurs. We agreed that being alone is essential and that new places offer a certain freedom of living the day without being encircled by our truth. Distractions are easier. I think that is why travel,… Read more: The Need to Pet the Coos
This past June, our grief group welcomed the summer break with an activity where we painted the name of our child onto small, flat stones. We then shared with everyone, so that all of us carried home a bag of stones, one for each child. The homework assignment was to find a random place to put… Read more: Placing Stones on Purpose
For a year now, I have had the pleasure of spending Monday afternoon with my son-in-law. As we all navigate the transition of happily married, to newly separated, he and I would gather at one of our three favorite bars to share our grief, swap stories and basically hold each other up. One can argue… Read more: The Murder of Monday
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