Over the past five and a half years since my daughter died in my arms and I became a bereaved…
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“Will it always hurt like this?”
Those words, my husband asked in shaky breath, as we stood by our son’s casket. He was looking into…
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There was nothing out of…
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I sat nervously in the hospital conference room. I expected it to be empty, or at least almost empty. I mean, how many women…
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My 4 ½ year old just crawled into my bed, yarning and stretching.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning, mum.”
I had just woken up a minute before… -
Healing – A cringe-worthy word to someone who is grieving.
Healing – a word that can evoke unsettling feelings.
Healing – a word so misunderstood.
Healing – the…
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I sat quietly across from a friend. Her eyes welled. A single tear streamed gently down her face. Her soul aching and wounded. Starving…
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Your grief is as unique as your fingerprint
No two fingerprints are the same.
Yes, they are both from a ‘finger’, made out of unique…
