People who haven’t experienced deep grief often assume that when the bereaved start feeling joy again then they must be healed. This is far from true. This glossy grief awareness sticker to explain the duality of both the pain and joy that can exist in life after the death of a loved one.
Finding grace in life after loss
This grief awareness print explains that grief lasts as long as death, and you will always be your child’s parent, even and especially after their death.
Often when bereaved parents share about their children, listeners rush to give advice or suggest therapy. But this isn’t always (or even often) what bereaved parents want. Often, sharing about our deceased children is simply part of parenting.
This grief awareness print helps to explain that sharing about your deceased child is simply another aspect of your love and how you parent them, even and especially after their death.
People who haven’t experienced deep grief often assume that when the bereaved start feeling joy again then they must be healed. This is far from true. This grief awareness print to explain the duality of both the pain and joy that can exist in life after the death of a loved one.
Back after a long break with news and updates on Sea Glass Writing, baby loss greeting cards, brand new customizable graphics, and a couple of new pieces on the site and elsewhere.
The last time I made an assumption about someone’s circumstances, I learned about the importance of looking further beneath. The story is almost always deeper.
Before Adrian died, I was a relatively positive person. His death shattered my belief and confidence in the ultimate goodness of the world.
Integration is waking up in the morning because Peanut is hungry and needs to be changed. Integration is wondering what life would be like with a living second child. Integration is making plans for the future with acknowledgment that things may change. Integration is love AND sadness; grief AND joy. And it’s okay to have ALL of these things, and all at the same time.
Three years ago, I would have said suicide was cowardly. I didn’t understand, then, how quickly life can change. Suicide may not be an ideal answer, but I better understand the complexities behind the issue now. Awareness isn’t enough—suicide prevention starts with understanding.
I’m feeling a bit “better” now. I don’t really know what that word means. But I woke up this morning, and it didn’t hurt to get out of bed.
It’s the random moments.
I miss you.
I think one of the strangest things I’ve learned about grief is that it’s expressed in the most unusual ways. Beyond the big moments, easily understood, I’m finding it lives in the details.
I miss those moments now, that time when I felt complete in my grief. Because now I yearn for community, and it’s missing.
I turned down some “really good acid” today. I never thought I’d find myself in that situation. I never thought I’d find myself in a lot of places.
I got called a mom today. I was with someone else’s kids, and the waiter asked me if the youngest could have another soda. “Is it okay with mom?” Pieces of normality…
I smile with genuine feeling. I finally feel excitement. I love her and I miss you. I realize I have given up control.
Happy Halloween little man. I love you.
I don’t know why I’m surprised when I cry out of nowhere. Maybe I feel disloyal for having good days?
Crawling out of the early days and fog of grief after the death of my child and rejoining the world is one of the hardest things I’ve done in my life.
I am probably one of those ghosting stories that people complain about on social media. I am probably that person who just disappeared, and people are wondering, “What happened? What did I do wrong?”
In the black-and-white photos, he looks like he’s sleeping. Photos are difficult; they don’t tell the whole story.