Tag Archives: healing from grief
I believe everyone has his or her own lonely path to follow with grief. I consider it to be a lifelong journey that led me somewhere else; never back to the place I was in before it happened. I used to mourn that, but now I accept it. Continue reading →
Yesterday was Jason’s birthday. He only lived five years, but he remains forever in my heart. Continue reading →
I love butterflies – they represent transformation in many different ways. Butterflies are a great metaphor for grief and healing. Continue reading →
I named my post “My Fairytale Life” because it feels that way lately. On several occasions, I’ve had strangers come over to me and tell me I am shining and radiant with my big smile. Well – I love hearing that and have every reason to smile! Continue reading →
There was a line from Don Maclean’s song “American Pie” that always hit me strongly: “The day the music died.” For me, my music died for almost 30 years. I believe that explains my current passion for having my songs recorded. It is my way of keeping them alive, of having them live on. Continue reading →
My journey has taken me to such wonderful places. I smile because I hear such beautiful music wherever I am!
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Healing is not objective – it’s really subjective and I’ve decided that I’m healed. Doctors told me, “It’s incurable and people never get better.” That’s what I’ve heard. If I want to, I can feel that I have dry eyes some days – I do. But I don’t go to that place. I go to the place that I’ve healed from the suffering and I have a life back. Same thing with grief. Continue reading →
I didn’t sing for decades and once I rediscovered my love for music, it changed my life. When I sing, I feel alive. Continue reading →
This post is named “You’re Not There” because I am sharing a very touching music video created by the very talented Lukas Forchhammer. His manager sent this to me and I wondered if perhaps it was because I have a … Continue reading →
The feelings brought up by this were familiar ones. I was never religious the way my mother wanted me to be and I felt badly that I disappointed her. The fact that she was gone didn’t change that.
Miriam held my hands and looked into my teary eyes and told me, “Judy, you were there for your mom while she was alive. Everyone at the nursing home was amazed by your love and devotion. Did you know they still remember you and always ask me how you are doing?” Continue reading →