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Sacred Space – Grief Support For Caregivers

I place woven butterfly fabric in the center of the table, a pillar candle in the middle and my cracked stone heart off to the side.  This is what I call the Sacred Space – the place where we will … Continue reading

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A Picture Paints A Thousand Words

I saw a Twitter post a few weeks ago about “Selfies” being taken at funerals and I have to admit I panicked thinking that people were somehow including the deceased in the picture. Thank goodness I was wrong – the … Continue reading

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The Grief That Stole Christmas

BA HUM BUG! That is what I say under my breath when people invite me to another holiday party.  That is what I feel baking my traditional cookies and putting up those old, familiar decorations.  I cry out when I … Continue reading

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“For All the Saints”

In the front of the church, a small altar stands in the middle of the raised steps, holding fourteen red candles.  There is a white banner beside this altar with the word RESURRECTION made of gold fabric letters. Fourteen bells … Continue reading

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No Place Like Home.

Two steps up to a small concrete porch with a wrought-iron railing, you enter an arched door leading into the front hallway.  The living room and dining room is the entire length of our cream-city brick house on 91st Street.  … Continue reading

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Remembering Through Rituals and Traditions

Golden apple pie with sauce oozing through the lattice-topped crust; the cinnamon sugar  topping of pistachio nut bread crunching between my teeth; say the words Grandma Helen’s, and I become Pavlov’s dog as I recall her ritual of showing her … Continue reading

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