When the Air Turns Cold
The light changes first. Not the temperature, not the leaves - the light. It slants differently, softer and shorter. The shadows stretch longer across the gr...
"I Changed" - from Nikinzie
I changed when she died. I don’t know if it was because I was younger when she passed. Maybe I grew up. Became an adult mentally instead of just physically....
"Gone From My Sight" A Poem by Henry Van Dyke
The poem by Henry Van Dyke, "Gone From My Sight", brings a softening to my sadness in ways I could never express.
What NOT to Say
If you are grief support and don't know what to say to someone who's grieving, use this list to know what does NOT help. At least..... They're in a better pl...
Thoughts about what grief IS
I read this somewhere, at some other time - if you know who wrote it, let me know :) On grief: It transforms how we move through the world. What we value, ho...
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