Learning To Live With Grief And Loss ..By Patricia Mealer
This year marks the five year anniversary of Konnor’s passing. As November creeps in I again begin to feel moody, emotional, tired. Death anniversaries force grievers to relive the events of the worst day of their lives. The loss already haunts us, the anniversary opens the wound. No matter how long ago it was the […]
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I fear that if I stop eventually all traces of him that remain will dissolve into nothingness and he will be forgotten.
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I can’t let go, so I remember. Because remembering is all I have left.
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There are personal spaces where grievers feel safe and secure enough to expose our open wounds. It is within these spaces we grieve alone. Hidden in the safety of these please we express our raw, ravaged souls. These private, some not so private places were and still are inescapable. Whether encapsulated in our vehicle or […]
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Putting yourself back together after the loss of a loved one is a timeless process. Grief is a journey without an end. Yes, grief is yielding. It does eventually become less painful, the mercy of time easing to an ache. Although the gut-wrenching agony has passed, who we were and who we are now is […]
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“Whenever we suffer a physical or emotional trauma, it is said that a part of our soul flees the body in order to survive the experience. With every cut and wound, our essence and vitality grows weaker. This process is called soul loss.“ It is no wonder I have struggled to feel complete since the loss […]
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I hold a secret desire that wishes could come true. I keep many wishes deep within my heart. I whisper them late at night when the stars are shining bright with the hope they will be heard. I want to possess the secret lamp that I can rub and make all my wishes come true… […]
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I sat at the table with my hands folded under my chin. I could hear people talking and I saw family moving throughout the room. I sensed his presence before I actually saw him. As I turned in his direction I watched his form move toward me. He walked slowly, head down, staring at the […]
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It was at the request of Konnor’s mother (my daughter) and his father that the theme of his wake be not a goodbye but an “until we meet again.” The very thought of never being united, touching him or laying eyes upon him again was too much to bear. I have not applied this concept […]
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I woke up to the doorbell ringing. It was 9:45 at night, I don’t usually get visitors at all especially at this time of the night. I had not slept the night before. It was the 22nd. It was my Dad’s birthday, he had passed away in May of 2004 yet I still can hear […]
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Konnor's Lullaby 