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A Father’s passing: returning to Sloan-Kettering Last weekend, I walked into the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center on the Upper East Side of New York City. At the lobby, a security guard asked if I knew where I was going. I said that I was visiting someone. I took an escalator, and then an elevator. The […]
Continue Readingone third by Kerry Worley you lost one third of your life today. it slipped away from you like a feather in the wind, no second opinion, no chemo, no pumps or shunts, no internet search, no new medications, no prayer groups, no guru. just gone. giggling, warm, and alive at breakfast, and a different, […]
Continue Reading[Editor: This was a comment on an Ask Dr. Neimeyer post answering a question from a mother, Nancy, whose son committed suicide. You can read the original question and answer at this link: My Son Committed… We thought Lisa’s comment was worthy of its own posting, so here it is.] Hi Nancy, I understand and completely empathize […]
Continue ReadingTo Love What Death Can Touch ‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be – to be, And oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this, And a holy thing, a holy thing to love. For your life has lived in […]
Continue ReadingMyth BY NATASHA TRETHEWEY I was asleep while you were dying. It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow I make between my slumber and my waking, the Erebus I keep you in, still trying not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow, but in dreams you live. So I try taking you […]
Continue ReadingThe Mother: A Parable by Temple Baily The young mother set her foot on the path of Life. “Is the way long?” she asked. And her Guide said, “Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.” But […]
Continue ReadingStillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar On a platform, I heard someone call out your name: No, Laetitia, no. It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing, but I rushed in, searching for your face. But no Laetitia. No. No one in that car could have been you, but I rushed in, searching for your face: no longer […]
Continue ReadingTHE DEAD WOMAN If suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall live on. For where a man has no voice, there, my voice. Where blacks are beaten, I cannot be dead. […]
Continue ReadingStill Grieving After All These Years, OR, When Your Emotional Drain is Clogged I imagine your first thought, as a reader, is: “Wow Caitlin, that is a pretty terrible title. I thought you were supposed to be good at this writing thing?” Well, a) thank you for checking in… and b) I have selective writer’s […]
Continue ReadingRemember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you […]
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