death
If there is a gift of death to be celebrated, it is the possibility of reinvention. Death reminds us to view our “self” as an activity, a process. Read...
A eulogy is an expression of love through grief. I wrote my eulogies in direct address — they are love letters for a love story that isn’t over yet.
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Some grief is inert. Some grief is an engine. Sometimes actively participating in grief, I’ve learned, is one small way we can learn to escape its riptide.
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You can learn to live with the pain, you can move on as I have after over a decade of self-reflection and hard work, but you never, ever get over it.
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Looking at her left-behind crossword puzzles, I had retrieved at least one constant in my mother’s life: her love of puzzles and word games.
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My kid, who turned three the day after Mary the duckling died, wasn’t old enough to get any of it. Yet talking to toddlers about death is part of life.
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