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GRIEF POETRY

Thank god, he never really suffered. We prepared him for everything except death. Our pain is so great because we’ll never know what he could have become and we’ll miss him so much. We’re afraid he would have suffered had he lived, and because he didn’t we are relieved. He lived five perfect years and he was so happy. We’ll all miss his intelligence, his jokes, and his profound insight. Continue reading

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THE WELL OF TEARS – MAKES ME WELL

I wasn’t writing to memorialize my son, but rather to express the anguish of grief and how that changed my life. I further explained, “The therapy of writing it all down, is now it’s out of me. I don’t have to agonize over all those details anymore. I have carried these stories with me for so long, deep in my subconscious! Now I know that I have them on paper. If I ever feel the need to remember, my writing is there for me to read – I can truly let it go now. All the energy it took to stuff my feelings has been released. I had no idea how much energy that took!”
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THE PRESENT IS MY GIFT

My hypnotherapist, Connie, had suggested that I start a blog. This was because I was emailing all of my friends like crazy. I was writing to friends from childhood and all parts of my life. It was therapy for me, and I received such an amazing array of heartfelt support while my mom was on a respirator for two months starting last November. I didn’t think that 50-year-old women blogged! Continue reading

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GRIEF 101 – PART 1

I am no different from other humans that are grieving. I just feel that I might have a gift with the ability in writing to describe those feelings. Just because I can write about it, doesn’t mean that my grief is any deeper than anyone else’s or any “worse.” There are no ways to ever, ever compare grief. I used to do that. But I eventually learned that it really doesn’t matter. It never made me feel one ounce better to think my situation was “worse!” Continue reading

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