Some weeks have passed now since Wendy left us. Each day seems the same, without purpose, without meaning. She was literally the center of my existence. Every action, every thought was about us, about her. Now that focus is gone, and only memories remain. I am lost without her.
It know that I must find the "new" in my life. New challenges, new reasons to get up each day. It has been said they we all need three things. They are: something to do, something to look forward…Continue
Added by Ken Neely on July 10, 2013 at 7:22am — No Comments
A week in the Life of Ruth and her family
In the days before Ruth died in her sleep & especially the few days afterwards, my brother Sandy and I began to collaborate on creating a sacred ceremony to mark the passing of our mother, Ruth. We discussed the form and structure and then allowed ourselves to receive and then choose the words and content.
The ceremony took place at The Star of David Funeral Home, in North Fort Lauderdale,…Continue
Added by steven shapiro on July 8, 2013 at 2:49pm — No Comments
Our grief support group began as it always did, everyone introducing themselves and stating how they were doing. It was June and anniversary dates, Father’s Day, birthdays and other trigger dates were all weighing heavily on the hearts of those in attendance. One after the other person said things like: “I am horrible.” “I am so sad.” “I am lost without him.” The energy in the room grew heavier and heavier as each related how difficult it was to cope with so many memories tied to…Continue
Today was hard. I made the mistake of reading that Jack Reacher novel- the one the movie was based on. It was an author my brother would have loved and I kept thinking," I should tell him about this one." I kept thinking how he never read Unbreakable because I was supposed to send him the book and instead loaned it to someone else. He was always such a tough guy. He always loved tough guy books. Louie Zamporini would have really thrilled him. I wish I had gotten it to him right away…Continue
Added by A.L Montgomery on July 7, 2013 at 10:22pm — No Comments
Well it's been just over a month. I've hidden all my brother's pictures. Looking at them was just too painful. Not looking at them makes it seem like it's not real. Which is fine by me at the moment. I can focus on other things.
I still don't sleep well at night. My brain stays busy and I don't feel like I really slept when I wake up- which is early and often. Unusual for me. The weirdest stuff makes me nervous and anxious. The only thing that keeps my mind free is walking…Continue
Sometimes words don't seem enough. I miss you for instance. It conveys a feeling, without really capturing the emptiness I feel in my heart, that part of me that was you.
I saw a man thanking the Lord for the 9 years he had with his daughter. He danced with her one last time, and asked God to tell her "he did his half of the dance." I cried. How could our Father give our lives so much meaning and in the blink of an eye, take it all away. People find solace with not…Continue
Added by byron leclair on July 6, 2013 at 4:11pm — No Comments
We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord
That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't been seen
by any on Earth.
This cord does it's work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Added by Colleen Pasay on July 5, 2013 at 9:30pm — No Comments
Lost my brother little over a month ago in a tragic accident. He was in his mid-thirties and left behind two kids under 5. I didn't get to say goodbye. Our last conversation was a text thread. He wasn't much of a talker. We were a pretty close family as far as spread out across the country families go. It's misplaced I know but the first 3 weeks of dealing with his death was all of us- my mother included- submerging any sign of our grief and catering to his widow. Still is. To go…Continue
I lost my wonderful Brad just over a month ago. In our 34 years together, I never saw him sick until the last 8 days of his life. Living without him is excruciating I have attended a Hospice bereavement group, but they are not "my kind of people". I am fortunate to have a lot of support, but sometimes feel that my grief is considered insignificant because we are gay. I don't know how to go on...