Missing My Dad
Let’s imagine something different. Let’s Imagine a world where children coping with loss grow up emotionally healthy and able to lead meaningful and productive lives. Let’s imagine a world where grief, loss and trauma are transformed into resilience, empathy and compassion. So that someday the world is driven by love and compassion, and not unresolved grief.
Family Portraits After the Death of a Family Member
So what happens when someone dies? Do family photos become terrible reminders of the person who has died, or symbols of the love and support that the person provided? We think the latter….
Her absence is like the sky
The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread all over everything.” C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
My father died when I was 14. This is the only story I can ever tell.
My father died when I was 14. My father died when I was 14. My father died when I was 14. Heart attack. While he was running. Training for a marathon. Yes, it was unexpected. Yes, just out of the blue. Yeah, just about the worst thing that could have ever happened, just really the absolute worst, nothing worse will ever happen to me! (I will laugh at this part, a little. To make sure you know it’s okay, that I can think about this thing and laugh at the same time.)