Walking With My Dad This walking stick, whittled out of ash or hickory, belonged to my dad. The surface is shaved perfectly smooth, and I’m sure it took a lot of work to make a perfect walking stick. In a way, I was with him for 1.58 miles this morning to honor him with my […]
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A Hungarian, Albert György, created this sculpture, titled Mélancolie (Melancholy), in the 1930s after the loss of his wife. The bronze sculpture is located on the promenade Quai du Mont Blanc in Geneva, Switzerland, and depicts a man contemplating the pain and emptiness of loss, as evidenced by the gaping hole. As a GriefShare facilitator, […]
Embrace the Silence Silence drowns out any other sounds that could soothe with ordinary, which is no longer, hurled out with familiar routines wrapped in the loss of a loved one. Thoughts are in disarray, stretched to breaking over the fresh impact of loss, familiar routines seem pointless, and a steady bombardment of memories that […]
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Never Alone
Wounds heal, but scars last a lifetime. They say, “Living with grief is a journey.” To me, it’s more than a journey because journeys have beginnings and ends, defined starting points and specific destinations. Loss has a defined starting point when grief begins, but there is no destination, no end, no cure. There is an […]
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Next Chapter of You
Next Chapter of You Session 9 of GriefShare took place this evening. I can’t believe we only have three more sessions. I shared with my co-facilitator that I felt more comfortable with the material, having gone through it three times. Honestly, the material and our facilitation mattered little when they sparked sharing conversations. The topic […]
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Work the Grief Bucket
Work the Grief Bucket Last Thursday in GriefShare, we went over the module on Regret. Besides Anger, this was a tricky topic to cover. As a writer, I am guilty of speaking in word pictures and used a bucket metaphor to create vivid imagery. It seemed to hit home with some of our participants when […]
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Does Called Equal Calling?
Our pastor mentioned an opportunity to engage in something for the community two Sundays ago. I’m not sure it was the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit, but I heard the call loud and clear to check it out. My first reaction was based on my lack of capability, “Lord, I’m not a trained […]