This is grief. This is life. GREG SMITH, MD SEPTEMBER 11, 2019 I had a brief, quiet, intense conversation with a friend today. She had just lost another friend, a close one, to a sudden and tragic accident. “How are you doing?” I asked. “OK,” she replied as she turned to go up the hallway.
“Grief can destroy you –or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just
Alone In My Grief Grief is truly hard to bear Losing you seems unfair Oh no, not you out of the blue We had much more to do. You were taken from me My heart and soul grieves for thee Death came upon you like a thief It stole you and filled me with grief.
Like A Child By Peggy Amler I’ve borne this entity. It is basically healthy and normal, I am told. But it is new to me and I am unsure of how to handle it. It requires attention. It begs to be listened to. It needs to be heard. It is relying on me for being
A MUSEUM TO GRIEF Editor’s note: this is an abbreviation of an essay by author Elizabeth Gilbert. It was not meant specifically about bereavement, but I thought the advice was so apt and adaptable to dealing with grief that I edited it down and include it as an Inspirational Quote. LL About nine years ago,