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The Pain of Silence
When Aine died we heard a new sound. Emptiness.
The Physical Effects of Grief
We are working so hard to manage our emotions that our bodies suffer. The physical elements of grief are serious and sneak up on us without our knowledge because we are so mentally consumed in our heartache. It is so important that we be aware that grief can make us sick.
The Week of School Vacation is Wretched
It’s school vacation week again, a time of the school season I used to really love because I could just hang out with my daughters. But now I dread it.
The Weeks Leading Up to Christmas
Our daughter is dead and we all we hear is “merry Christmas” or “enjoy the holidays” or “the new year will be better”. ‘Tis the season to be jolly does not compute. Merry and bright are the opposite descriptions of how we really feel. Holly, jolly, fa, la, la, la, la. Blah.
How time feels like it moves so slowly and yet is gone so quickly.
To Go or Not Go, That is the Dilemma
For anyone who’s lost a child, it is nearly impossible to fathom that life moves forward. It’s not plausible that daily routines and events can continue on without our son or daughter. But the world does move forward; it does continue on and inevitably we are faced with moving with it.
Wailing - A Physical Response to Grief
I never quite knew why women would wail after a death of a loved one. It’s a cultural difference and/or a religious difference, I always thought. But now I understand. It's a physical response to grief.
Waiting for Autopsy Results
In recent weeks, a local story about a child who went missing from her home has been a topic of many news stories. Her town spent a week searching for her and I watched the story unfold with a heavy heart. An autopsy was conducted and results are still pending.
We Are Not Who We Used to Be
We are not the people we used to be nor will we ever be again. No longer do we look at life the same. There is a shadow, a darkness that envelops all that we see.
We Love to Say and Hear Her Name
We recognize how difficult it must be for others to know how to behave around us. It’s like walking on egg shells trying to say the right thing or not say the wrong thing to us, the emotionally fragile parents.
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