Letting Go Following a Mother’s Death
By the age of twelve, I knew what the word cancer meant. My mother had been diagnosed with stage-four pancreatic cancer shortly after Mother’s Day in 1988. Her physicality had slowly deteriorated, and she returned home from the hospital a fragment of the woman she had once been. Chemotherapy thinned her hair, and her swollen legs prevented mobility. I did my best to keep out of sight because I didn’t want to be present when my mother drew her last breath and slipped from this world into the next.
I saw my mother for… 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
Healing our broken hearts from our losses is difficult and I think it takes time and it takes work on our part. We don’t just get over grief to all of sudden become whole with our life again, it is a process and when we are actively grieving meaning that we acknowledge our loss, experience the pain and sorrow and all that goes along with that and we mourn.
Part of the grieving process is learning who we are and how our life has changed without the physical presence of our loved ones. This varies with the… Continue reading
Death has truly taught me much about life. Before losing my Mom and then my husband in the same year, I went on about my life not thinking much about the end of it. Oh, my Mom was ill but even then I didn’t think too much about her not being around. Then my husband died tragically and even he would infer from time to time that he wasn’t going to die anytime soon and we would have a long life together…we had eleven years.
“Compassion is an amazing trait you learn when you grieve” thoughts shared in this story of death, grief and the experience of a deep dark well.
Living in the Bottom of a Well
By Sheri Hall
You look up you see a small circle of light-it is the way out. It is seemingly far away but closer than you think. It is very small; you do not want to look up. You look around at the stone walls that surround you, most would feel claustrophobic but not you. Here is where you can be you. Here… Continue reading