Category Archive: Death & Grieving

I am a Suicide Survivor

[trigger warning: suicide] I am not usually shy about my emotions. I will freely admit that I am a huge crier. Sometimes, I cry for no apparent reason. Then I cry some more,… Continue reading

On Grieving: Through a Widow’s Eyes

Editor’s note: This testimony, and the four that follow, were sent to me by Marit Quist-Corbett over a series of several months.  Marit’s daughter, Caitlin, was the author of “On Grieving,” a six… Continue reading

On Widowhood, Part Two: The Anger March

March 2013 – Three years after.  The yearly rhythm of grief. I am angry angry angry angry. Is this the “Anger Stage”??????? I guess that’s what psychologists would say. But I don’t want… Continue reading

On Widowhood, Part Three: From Loneliness to Autonomy

“You are not alone”, my friends assured me after Bill died. They were wrong. You are alone. I am alone. However, there is a journey from desperate loneliness to the recognition of autonomy. This entry is about… Continue reading

On Widowhood, Part Four: Decisions, Decisions

Yes. I learned to do many new things on my own. Initially, I felt proud of those newly acquired skills, that new-found power: “Really? I found a way to fix that cabinet door?” “That was me,… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part One

I don’t talk about it much. The death of my father, I mean. In fact, the pattern I’ve noticed is that I only really talk about it when I am totally, completely, can’t-spell-my-own-face… Continue reading

On Grieving Part 2: My Father Died, I Dyed My Hair Blue

Trust me, it’s connected. Some of you may remember the blue hair, it had its share of fans. It was a fun, frivolous and impulsive thing to do, but there was an underlying… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 3: “But You’re So Strong!”

“But you’re so strong!” I used to want to punch people really hard in the face whenever they said this to me. These days I have made my peace with it. I understand… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 4: “Why Didn’t I…?”

The night my father died I wasn’t home. Everyone else was; my mother, my brother, my sister, my brother-in-law and of course, my father, alone in his sickroom. They were all tucked into… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 5: You Get Used To It

You get used to it. It doesn’t go away. It doesn’t stop hurting. And you never forget. But you do get used to it. When I think of my Dad, I am just… Continue reading