Have you seen the new movie “Collateral Beauty” starring Will Smith? He plays a man who has been grieving for years trying to make sense of a tragic death.
Death can bring us more questions about life and in the case of Will Smith’s character, is isolated himself from those who cared about him most. The story unfolds… Continue reading
Can there be grieving without regret? The experience of this strong emotion is both individual and universal to one extent or another.
We experience regret when we look back on our actions and feel we should or could have done something differently. In my article “When an Ex-Spouse Dies”, there are hundreds of comments from readers who experience regret following the death of their ex-spouse. Emotions from their past stirred unexpected feelings of both sadness and regret even when many had moved on to new relationships and marriages.
Is it regret or guilt?
Sometimes guilt… Continue reading
Guest post by: Kim Pace
It has been almost three years since the death of my mother. I fumble through day after day of waking up pretending I am okay living without her. Yet, the truth is I lie every single day to myself with affirmations like “death is a part of life, she is in a better place, and she is no longer suffering”. You can rattle off all the inspirational quotes to me and my reaction is the same. I will never be the same person I was before… Continue reading
We all experience losses in life. You’re reading this because you have suffered a loss from the death of someone you loved. But think about all the losses that cause us to experience the same emotions of sadness, anger, uncertainty, depression, and denial. Many people have experienced loss of a marriage from divorce, loss of a job or loss of a pet to name a few.
Last month I lost my home in a fire and the damage was great enough that I have relocated for the next 5-6 months while my home is being rebuilt. Thankfully no one was… Continue reading
By guest author Deedra Climer
On the drive to Memphis from Southeast Michigan to bury my twenty-three year old son, Joshua, I fished an envelope out of my glove box, found a pen on the floor and started writing. I was in a daze. Silent, except for the moments when the pain overtook me and the words, “My son,” escaped between convulsive sobs. For twelve hours, my family and I drove without speaking and I wrote like a fiend on the back of that envelope and then a napkin and then the back of an invoice from an oil change… Continue reading