Honesty, advice, stories and comfort for the grieving.
One of my most treasured memories of Matt is of the first time we ever listened to music together. We were at my house and I was showing him some of my favorite cds. I was a bit embarrassed at my cd collection; it was certainly nothing to brag about,…
What's beneath all of the pain.
Spring is here - the process of winter giving way to spring is a lovely way to look at the grief journey.
Written shortly after the death of her son, this poem captures the pain and yearning of a mother following the suicide of her beloved child.
A short poem about how the pain changes over time.
Wouldn't you love to fast forward to the part where all of this is done? Where you're no longer in pain? This is a poem for you.
