grief

My mom used to say to me, " My cup runneth over ." We often said it to each other when we wanted to express gratitude and share how much we ...

"There are no miracles. There is just this. The love that nourished your happiness will nourish your pain." — Geneviève Jurgensen , The Disa...

Nightmare is too gentle a word for what it feels like to live without my mother. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do it for the rest of my l...

"If a friend of yours loses someone, write them a letter full of love. You need them, these letters, to help get you through the days and th...

A year ago today, my mother died. I couldn't imagine living one day without her. Now, I've lived 365 days without her. Every day, for the re...

A year ago, this was my mother's last full day of life. Looking back, I now know this was the eve of her death. I started reading a biograph...

Recently, on the 20th anniversary of my father's death, I reflected on a scene from Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway . Today, when I sought ou...

In the past week, the grief has been physically affecting me. I expected as much in the lead-up to the one-year anniversary of my mother's d...

One of the most beautiful memories of my life is watching the DVD of Simon & Garfunkel: The Concert in Central Park with my father when ...