Grief is a harsh teacher. It taught me some things I had no desire to learn. I’ve learned how to function, work, laugh, love, with a grief that seems never-ending. I’ve learned that although I know in my soul my son is in Heaven, happy and perfectly healthy, the grief still invades. I’ve learned that grief has a way of steering the mind into reliving memories that have you questioning every decision and choice you’ve made as a mother. Was I too strict, or not strict enough? W

In the few hours prior to my son’s death, I had to accept he really was dying. It shouldn’t have been a shock since I’d been watching him fade for the past several months. But it was really happening. With the work I do as a psychic medium, I knew where he was going and who would be there to greet him, my father, my mother, my brother, my nephew, my grandparents and so many other cherished family and friends. The homecoming would be glorious. And patiently waiting his turn to

Understanding My Silence If I say I don’t want to talk, it’s not about you; it’s about me. If I don’t want to call or text, it’s still not about you; it’s about me. When I don’t want to hear an “How are you?”, please know it’s not about you; it’s about me. If I crave solitude instead of company, it’s not about you; it’s about me. And believe me, it’s for your own good. The Anger Stage of Grief I have entered the anger stage of grief, and I don’t like anything right now. I’m m

Some days, I don't let myself think about him. Well, maybe not the whole day, but a good portion of it. I refuse to dwell on his absence or remember how it felt when he was here. Instead, I find activities to keep me busy. I practice yoga, meditate, read a book, or even clean the toilet. Whatever it takes to halt that downward spiral. But there are moments when these distractions no longer work. I allow myself to feel the pain. I cry until my eyes hurt and my nose is full of

As with many others, I too am experiencing a period of intense grief. Pain, hurt, sorrow, loss, love, emptiness—you name it, I'm feeling it. I will be journaling my thoughts, feelings, and any actions I Amay take to make life without my loved one easier. (11/24/25) After the loss of a loved one, you will grieve every day. Some days, you have to face the hard grief. It comes with harsh sobs, dry, gritty eyes, and an ache in your chest that feels like it will burst wide open. Y

My dad came to visit. I’d only felt his presence this strongly once before since he passed in 1974. I had just spent the four months watching my son slowly die day by day from pancreatic cancer. I was so proud of the fight he fought but I knew this disease was a vicious opponent, and my heart broke a little more bit by bit as I watched him grow sicker and weaker every day. This particular day I was sitting at home readying myself to go visit my son. It hurt to see him in so m