December 5, 2022

What Are Our Choices?

How do we handle the road stretching before us when we are grieving? Erika, my daughter and only child, died at the age of 32 in 2002 from a rare sinus cancer. I started griefHaven a year later with the love and support of many people. Pre-Erika’s death, time felt like my friend. Post-Erika’s death, time felt like my tormentor, dragging along every day, stretching out in front of me as an endless series of moments to live through and roads leading endlessly on and on.
June 17, 2020

Suggestions For The Holidays

The holidays are here, and for most people it is a time of coming together with families and friends. Sure, some of you might dread what happens when your families get together and the challenges of getting along begin, or for some it's nothing but a spectacular time with love and laughter and gratitude that you are all together. Yet, for those who are grieving, the holidays, especially for the first few years, are something often dreaded as people try to figure out how to endure the holidays. What used to be a time they looked forward to is now a time they would rather forget about.
November 21, 2022

Holidays and the “What to Do” When a Loved One Has Died

For many of you, planning for the upcoming holiday brings a sense of excitement and is something you look forward to. For others, not so much, and that includes those who have had a significant person in their lives die—a person whose presence is so blatantly missing that the holidays become a time to "get through" rather than a time to enjoy
May 26, 2020

When To Date Again

I am a bereavement counselor at a hospice. I have a client who has done amazing work after the death of her husband. She is in her mid-60’s and very healthy. She and her husband had counseling before his death, and she continued after his death. She has written, and written, and read everything she can get her hands on. She has recently met a man in whom she is romantically interested who is concerned she has not grieved enough.
October 19, 2020

My First Christmas In Heaven

When I lost my child, the earth ceased to spin.
The moon will not rise, the tide won’t come in.
The sun insists on having its way,
Blasting its rays and rising each day.
Another day comes, my child is not here;
Another day comes, I live my worst fear.
Each morning I wake with the same painful thought;