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As I popped onto facebook briefly on Tuesday, I learned about the chemical attack that took place in Syria. This was the first I had heard of an attack. Scrolling through my feed, there it was. I was confronted with the absolute carnage of it all – videos of people writhing in pain, people gasping for air, dying, many of them children. It was only a few seconds before I started crying, and shortly after that, short of breath. My asthma had been triggered so I put my phone down.
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….
By Corey Wisler, MSW. Play is children’s work. Children play A LOT at Imagine! Play is important for healthy physical, cognitive, and emotional development. Through play children learn essential life skills, such as negotiation, emotional regulation, perspective taking, equality, and problem solving (Gray, 2013).
What happens when the bereaved become the bullied? Mean comments that we believe to be true hurt, but planning responses can help.
After searching in card stores and online for sympathy cards designed for children and teens and not finding any, Imagine, A Center for Coping with Loss decided to make its own. Find beautifully made cards by children for children in our online store.
Though this is not the typical response to bullies, Imagine Clinical Training Director Connie Palmer, LCSW, has seen this approach work very effectively. We believe this can really help if your child, or you, is being bullied. Connie teaches about bullying and grief and loss in schools and in the community. This article was written in support of and response to our favorite colleagues and awesome writers at the What’s Your Grief Blog on Grief and Bullying.
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. 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.)