Tag: Grief
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How To Love Someone Through Grief
When someone dies there are things that have to be done. It’s inevitable. And someone has to do it. Someone has to deal with; memorial arrangements, medical expenses/bills, work obligations, child care or school issues, life insurance, attorney appointments for probate and/or last will and testament, homes and personal effects, possible police reports, bedrooms, family…
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Numbness
Why doesn’t anyone talk about this stage of the grieving process? The act of going completely numb? Being able to walk through the day as if everything is fine. Being able to smile and converse but feeling almost nothing. Even being able to laugh and seem completely normal. Nobody talks about this stage. Why? Because…
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This is it….
Do you know what happens? Everything changes. Everyone changes. Nothings the same. Rooms are empty. Spaces are quiet. Clothes lay unworn and windows closed. There’s nothing…..except memories. Photos. Videos. Whisps of sound waves that I pray never get lost or deleted. The hint of a touch or a smell that reminds me. You were here…once.…
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Silent Sunday
Grief Edition We will miss him forever, our baby boy. We didn’t get to love him long enough. Alexander Edward Mueller 2007-2023
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…(sigh)…
Writing from my bed because it hurts too much to face a new day. This week had some challenges and you came up more often than you have, outside of home, the previous few. We had to talk to others about you and it hurt to say certain words. Some days are harder than others.…
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Grief
A Devotional For the record this is bullshit. My child should not be dead! But I’m not angry at God! I don’t believe he takes people away to cause pain. He takes them for a multitude of reasons and one is because the lessons they were sent here to teach are complete. This is what…
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Tears From Heaven
Fog engulfs me as droplets slide down my window pane. Wrapped in sorrow my face matches the clouds that bring you closer to me. The candles glow can’t penetrate the darkness that engulfs me. I hear you roar and see your light streak across the sky. Torrents of tears falling. Mine matching yours. I hear…
My Journey’s My Own 