Archive for Continued Bonds

I always wanted an imaginary friend as a child, but my mind wouldn't stretch far enough. I envied kids who…

I’ve always thought of continuing bonds as an ‘a-ha’ grief concept. As in...  “A-ha! That makes so much sense.”“A-ha! I…

The acorn necklace my sister, Jessie, gave me the Christmas after my mom died is in this twisted, tangled mess…

What is grief in relation to love? Quite often I think they're the same thing. When people think of love…

There are a lot of things we love about writing a grief blog—but if I had to pick one of…

You love someone who's died, right? I mean, if you read or follow What's Your Grief, that seems like a…

I cling to scraps of my mother.  I'll take anything I can get. I’ve extracted all that I can from my…

It's 10:30am and the girls are still in their pajamas. Actually, I'm still in my pajamas as well. This is…

My dad had the most perfect penmanship. He attributed it to his Catholic school education: "The nuns beat it into me,"…