grief
May 7, 2009
- Thank you Readers for visiting, and thank you Red Room Editors for shining a spotlight on part 1 of this blog . For part two, please continue: Understanding was not my goal the second time I wrote about my mother. My aim at that time was relief from the horrendous experience of waking in the middle of the night to discover her struggling against the pull of a diabetic coma due to low ...
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April 13, 2009
- My sweet little Keiko disappeared more than two weeks ago. My slow but sure perceptions of the subtle and subliminal have wreaked havoc on me. I am grief-and-guilt-stricken. There is pretty much nothing anyone can say or do to make me feel better -- nor do I even know if I want to feel better, because Keiko suffered alone and afraid. How can I allow myself to feel okay when I know she was ...
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April 8, 2009
- I've counseled many sad and blue writers during my nursing career, and as a writer, I've been there myself. Since writing a novel is essentially creating and breathing life into one or more characters, it's only natural to mourn their absence when they are no longer a part of your routine.The stages and treatment of grief apply to any loss whether it's real or perceived, but writers have unique ...
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March 12, 2009
- Sprinkles forecast a rainstorm as my guests, Carmen, and John Hartono arrived carrying furled umbrellas and a red rose, a flower of uncommon significance since the death of their son, Nicky. We hugged and then with feelings of disquiet, I placed the rose in a crystal vase and centered it on my dining table. The splash of color against the white damask cloth reminded me of their son ...
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February 24, 2009
- “Make justice your aim: redress the wronged, hear the orphans plea, defend the widow” My father completely lost the will to live after Mom passed. He could not do anything for himself or anyone else from his grieving so deeply. There were five children still living at home before mom died. Their ages spanned from sixteen to twenty-two. Counting Dad, myself, and my ...
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February 24, 2009
- I admire Joan Didion. While visiting Californa last December, I was rooting around in a Borders store and I picked up a copy of The White Album. A collection of essays, it makes an interesting read because the essays are not too long and drawn out and don't take too much time. You can read them while waiting for one of your sons to come out from Rugby practice or even escape into it, in ...
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February 24, 2009
- Mexico… Everyone was talking about the miracle cure in Mexico. It was in all the newspapers and magazines. Some said it was a hoax. Some said they were cured from their cancer. We called the clinics in Mexico; they sent us all the information about the medicine called Lateral, which was made naturally from the apricot pit. It had an antitoxin effect that flushed out the ...
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February 22, 2009
- The sad thing about John Updike’s being dead, other than the loss in general, is the loss in literary size. Like my #1 literary hero Reynolds Price, Updike could do it all: novels, essays, short stories, poetry, critiques, nonfiction, it was enough to make you want to hang up your computer forever. But the other thing, Updike being almost exactly my own age, is the ...
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February 19, 2009
- A True Story "Changeling" - Angelina Jolie and John Malkovich An emotional, loving movie “Changeling”, is a true life story of a single mother, Christine Collins, who leaves for work one day, and her 9 year old son vanishes without a trace. For those who have lost faith, either in the system, or for those who have been acquainted with grief: This ...
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February 10, 2009
- Therapist… The Angel that Led Us Matthew 4,4 “Not by bread alone is man to live but on every utterance that comes from the mouth of God.” Because of the overwhelming grief and loss, I went to see a psychologist who practiced at the hospital where my husband had recently died. She was a young woman, in her early thirties. As I told my story, she cried. The whole time I ...
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