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
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
Ten years ago my life was forever changed, death has a way of doing that. My mother died after an extended illness and less than one month later my husband died following a tragic accident. I’m sure as you read this you are wondering how you will survive the terrible heartache of your loss.
The loss of my mother was so heartbreaking I was not prepared to say goodby and I miss her everyday wishing for more time as there was so much more I wanted to share and learn from her. My husband was my rock… Continue reading
Guest post By Gary Roe
Jeff was a good friend. He sat in front of me in seventh grade English. He was quiet, respectful, and smart. He was easy to be with.
The day after Christmas break, Jeff was absent. He wasn’t there the next day either. The third day, the principle came in, looking somber.
“I’m sorry to tell you this,” she said. “Jeff got very sick with spinal meningitis during Christmas. He didn’t make it.”
I stared at her in shock. I dropped my eyes and gazed at the empty desk in front of me. “He didn’t make… Continue reading