It starts at the feet. The gravitational pull is suddenly that of a larger planet. Let’s say: Jupiter. To move, even just a little, takes
Category: Grief
An (Un)Easy Solution
I remember the call from my son’s therapist. Julian had recently turned 19, and had been in residential psychiatric treatment for a month. His therapist
To The Parents Embarking On Their Journey Into Grief
Recently, someone asked me how grieving my son is different now (four and a half years later) than it was during the first year he
The Urn Speaks
Hey Mom, I’m not actually in here. You know that, right? But I get it. I get that the living need reminders and touchstones. I
There But For The Grace Of God
[Author’s Note: At my son’s memorial service, his friend Nadine (not her real name) told the story of how Julian once took a homeless man
A Riot Of Color
This post is dedicated to my mother, Carmen, whose birthday is today. Happy Birthday Mom! I love you! —————————- Since my son’s suicide in June
Not “Heartbroken”
[Author’s Note: When a loved one dies by suicide – in my case, my only child – there really isn’t a word that touches the
No Words
There are words for those whose spouses die: “widows” and “widowers.” There is a word for children, even adult children, whose parents die: “orphans.” Although
