Category Archives: Grief Stories

SEEING YOU SOMEDAY

If my song comforts another person, I always feel blessed. Continue reading

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I DIDN’T JUST SURVIVE

When I was grieving, the prospect of ever feeling any kind of joy again in life seemed impossible, remote and unbelievable. Continue reading

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WITH ALL THIS PAIN, I CAN’T REMAIN – PART 2

Today is my “anniversary of the heart.” My son, Jason, died in 1992 and today he would have been 26 years old. He died at the age of five, so he never grows any older. Forever, he remains frozen in time for me. Continue reading

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YOU’LL TOUCH SO MANY OTHERS

I never imagined what my future held; that the young girl who cared for my sick cardiac child would be calling me all these years later. Then Lupe said that it was important for me to know that Jason had definitely affected her life. I choked on my tears when she said, “Judy, there was something so special about Jason and I will never forget him.” Continue reading

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HOW CAN I BELIEVE?

You will not hear me say, “Time heals.” I have said that hearts do heal and it happens unconsciously. I have said that joy is possible. That is not the same thing. Believe it or not, although time lends some anesthesia to the gut-wrenching pain – for those that succumb to grief it is too late. Grief actually wrecks lives and destroys a persons’ health over time. Healing from grief is torturous hard work. Most people don’t believe they will heal and I was one of those people. Healing isn’t about fixing anything so that’s it goes back to how it was. There are scars forever. And nothing heals when it festers either. In my fourth year of bereavement I wrote: How can my heart ever heal when it continues to bleed? The answer was that it couldn’t! Continue reading

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I’LL LIVE WITHIN MY BROKEN HEART

I have written before that everyone handles his or her own grief differently. Now, I want to share my own personal beliefs about grief:
It is not recoverable; one adjusts to it.
Healing is possible, and maintaining hope of it can provide sustenance. But the process of healing is uncconscious and happens despite certainty that grief is endless.
Many, many people succumb to their grief.
Grieving is hard work and consumes one’s existence.
Although it is rare, it is possible to find joy again. But finding it is a conscious effort and requires giving oneself permission to be happy. Continue reading

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YOU HAVE NO HOPE

It seemed that she had a lot more to say on the topic of optimism and grief. The post was named Killing Optimism. Her words were searing and the amputation of her soul was complete. It made me realize how foolish grief comparisons were between the loss of a child versus a soul mate. Clearly her amputated soul was nothing I would ever want to measure. Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 3

I have written a new introduction for my book, which I am sharing with this story. Although I will occasionally write updates regarding my parents’ condition, my focus now is to complete my book with it’s accompanying music. I know that will keep me very busy, but I love what I am doing! Continue reading

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YOU’LL SURROUND ME IN THE BREEZE

I remembered how Jason’s tiny body would comfortably lay my chest. His tousled, light brown hair would tickle my cheek as his soft head rested upon my shoulder. As the memory came to me, I felt grief tear through my heart. I gasped as it quickly rushed out of me and into the breeze. A single tear trickled down my cheek. I left the cemetery. There were no more tears.
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NO WORDS FOR YOU-PART 1

I am a singer/songwriter clearly who was influenced by the music of the 1970’s. One of the songs I used to sing was “Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” I’m certain that was my inspiration for “No Words” was that song. My three stanzas were written when I was probably seventeen years old. I did not remember any of the melody except perhaps for the very first line. Continue reading

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