WHY THE SECOND YEAR OF GRIEF CAN FEEL HARDER THAN THE FIRST Surprisingly, the second year of grief can feel even harder than the first, and we’re here to prepare you for the second year.
Holding joy at arm’s length; bracing for an interruption in the beauty of life, before it even has the chance to become a memory to hold, seems to be something I am guilty of. Please tell me you’ve done the same! Grief often has a way of teaching my heart to flinch – to anticipate […]
Grieving someone you never met feels like standing at the edge of a shoreline where the tide has already gone out. There are footprints in the sand, obvious evidence that something sacred was here! You arrived too late to see it though.
Am I OK? It’s a question we are afraid to ask out loud: a question grieving people think about and are asked so many times a day, we lose count! Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly turned around because you have no idea why you were there? Grief can do that to […]
Let’s just own it. We are a people united by one thing right now. Grief. It’s why you’re looking at this blog, visiting our website, searching for answers. We are walking the line of functional grief.
Grief can affect family, faith, relationships and everyday life in different ways. Begin with the subject that feels closest to what you are experiencing.
Understanding grief
When grief changes how life feels.
Language for the fog, the second year and the ways grief keeps changing without following a timetable.
Death of a loved one and moving are among the most stressful situations one can endure in a lifetime, so why consider relocating after losing someone close to you?
I’ve been slowly reading and studying the book of JOB in the Bible, and pulling the possible lessons we can glean from Job’s friends, into the light. I’ve joked with others that lately, I feel like the female version of this man of God!
I am often asked, “What brought you comfort in the early days?” The same memory usually pops in my mind that I like to share. It was about a week after my husband’s funeral when my cousin, Becky, stopped by our home holding a box in her hands. She said it was a gift from […]