November 8, 2017
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December 29, 2013
Finding Hope After Loss On This show Dr. Gloria Horsley and Dr. Heidi Horsley explore the topic of finding meaning after a loss. They interview two inspirational women who rather than be broken by their experience have used their tragic losses to make meaning and to help others.
October 20, 2020
When you lose someone you love,
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
Your life becomes strange,
The ground beneath you gets fragile,
Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;
And some dead echo drags your voice down
Where words have no confidence.
October 19, 2020
I leave you with these final thoughts:
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
July 4, 2025
The researchers concluded that depression and memory were closely interrelated, with both seeming to affect each other. The researchers concluded that depression and memory were closely interrelated, with both seeming to affect each other. Senior author Dr Dorina Cadar, of the UCL Department of Behavioral Science & Health and Brighton and Sussex Medical School, said: "It is known that depression and poor memory often occur together in older people, but what comes first has been unclear.
October 19, 2020
The pain of death is not with those who have passed on.
It lives in the hearts of those who remain behind.
An unbearable ache that grows with each empty day.
Days without our children; comforting them, holding them, drying their tears and sharing their laughter.
Our children have passed into a place of calmness, comfort and peace
It lives in the hearts of those who remain behind.
An unbearable ache that grows with each empty day.
Days without our children; comforting them, holding them, drying their tears and sharing their laughter.
Our children have passed into a place of calmness, comfort and peace
July 28, 2020
I became a mother when Riley was born. I became a poet when he died. His death and writing poetry are intertwined like the malformed vessels of his AVM and his brain—rooted, inseparable as a banyan and its host tree. If Riley hadn’t died, I would not be writing poetry. I wouldn’t have survived the tsunami of his death without that lifeline. In the hospital, when we were given the news that Riley would not survive his third bleed, a nurse whispered in my ear. I don’t remember what she looked like, but I remember her ethereal embrace and the way she placed my hair behind my ear, and whispered, “You’ve been given a gift.”
October 16, 2020
I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine, he said,
For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she’s dead,
Maybe six or seven years or twenty-two or three,
But will you, ‘til I call her back, take care of her for me?
October 19, 2020
Mary wrote this poem seven months
after her beloved husband, Bill, died
at the age of 79 from Alzheimer Disease
after her beloved husband, Bill, died
at the age of 79 from Alzheimer Disease
October 19, 2020
When the storms of life are raging, And the clouds are all around, And you think you're all alone, Just take a look around.
When there is no one there to talk to And you're feeling sad and blue And you think no one will listen, I'll be the light in the storm for you.
Even though we've never met, Or seen each other's smiles, Our friendship is from the heart, not sight, And it can span the miles.
We all are one winged angel, Alone it is impossible to fly, But if we embrace each other, We can span the sky.
When there is no one there to talk to And you're feeling sad and blue And you think no one will listen, I'll be the light in the storm for you.
Even though we've never met, Or seen each other's smiles, Our friendship is from the heart, not sight, And it can span the miles.
We all are one winged angel, Alone it is impossible to fly, But if we embrace each other, We can span the sky.
September 22, 2022
There is an unwritten code in our culture—one that is an explicit prescription in many world cultures—that presumes that we honor the dead when we wear our grief like a dark shroud, visibly signaling to others our pain and longing and separating us from the world of the living, especially on more joyful occasions. And of course this can correspond to our own felt need to maintain our bond with our loved ones
April 18, 2024
It's been three months since the start of a devastating series of wildfires that raged through Los Angeles from Jan. 7 to Jan. 31. As victims pick up the pieces of their lives, a study published in Environmental Research: Health from the UC Davis School of Medicine offers insights into what victims may need in the short and long term.