Tag: grief

More Than A Badge

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I am so proud of my husband for choosing to be a police officer. He is my own knight in shining armor and his...

Learning to Navigate Motherhood Through Grief

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I consider myself lucky to have had a built-in best friend for life in my mom. I was born in 1988, the youngest child...

Pancakes Without You: Lola’s 10 Year Death Anniversary

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The sun has not yet risen in Chicago, but I wake up at the first sounds of life on the wooden floor above my...

Epilepsy, Our New Normal

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When my daughter was about a year old, she started having these... episodes. They were eerily similar to a night terror, except she didn't...

Beyond Goodbye: Embracing Life After Loss

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The moment I reached out for help navigating my grief is permanently etched in my memory. My mom had died a month prior, and...

Grief: I Did it. I Leaned in!

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My dog died. Patches was 15. She gave me joy. She was sweet. She fit our family perfectly. She needed us. I needed her. And...

Coping with the Loss of a Pet

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In today's world, where there tends to be a steady barrage of negative discourse and routine disagreements, I think most would agree that losing...

Fatherless Once Again

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Sometimes, it feels like I've spent more time fatherless than I did having a dad. This comes off a bit strangely because, well, I...

Ink Therapy: How Tattoos Helped Me Grieve

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Tattoo parlors are filled with people addicted to ink. Some love the artistic expression, while others aim to brand themselves with a mantra or...

The Gifts of Grief

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In October of 2022, my grandpa passed away. Losing him was a loss unlike anything I had ever known. And so was the grief....

An Organ Donor Saved My Mom’s Life

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February 14 is National Donor Day, which is an extremely significant day for my family because it honors organ donors. Over a decade ago, my...

A Lifeboat in the Ocean of Grief: How Our Puppy Brought...

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My mom was in hospice care when she met our puppy, Remy. Never a fan of dogs, she looked at his wriggling, fluffy body...

Thanksgiving Without My Mom

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With eyes as wide as saucers, my three-year-old daughter, Aria, whispered loudly to her baby doll, “Mommy said we are running away from the...

Holding Your Hand in Tragedy

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When someone you love is facing a difficult time, it's hard to know how to support them. You fear saying the wrong thing. Last...