Grieving a Pet

Yesterday, during my weekly chat with Hal on 680CJOB, we talked about how real the impact of the death of a pet can be.  As you’ll hear on the recording, one of the guys in the news room pooh-poohed the idea that the death of an animal is actually the death of a family member. …

June 18th

Dear Little Ones, Yesterday, it was exactly a quarter century since I last heard your heart beats. It is exactly 25 years ago today that my world fell in and blew apart; simultaneously imploding and exploding. No heart beats one morning. Later that day, when I held you, you were both impossibly perfect, even in …

Thank you to Humboldt. For showing up in your grief. You taught us much. ON poster of man curled up in grief with Broncos logo in the bottom corner

To the people of Humboldt

Dear folks of Humboldt, As a therapist, I’m a person who has the tender, holy privilege and responsibility of sitting with people in the darkest circumstances of their lives. I want to acknowledge the gift you have been to all of us Canadians–even the world. Your community has let us in on your grief and pain after …

Sweet Sixteen

She would have been sixteen today. I have her birthday marked on our calendar. We mark the occasion every year. Not with a birthday cake though. With white daisies. Janna Hope was only 3 weeks old when the abnormalities of her little heart were too much for her little body to bear. In the years …

This is Us. The wedding picture of the happy couple from another angle on blog about "Composting Heartbreak" showing the shade the children provided.

Composting Heartbreak

Husband and I were part of an article this week in the Globe And Mail: How Soon is Too Soon?  Zosia Bielski, a writer from the Globe, contacted me after reading about The Widower’s Club, and Visiting My Husband’s Wife’s Grave on the blog.  She wanted to write about finding love after loss of a spouse …

A Hole in the Celebration

My nephew was married last week to his beautiful bride, the love of his life. The one, above all other, that has captured his heart forever. Warm hearts shone bright through the frigid day.  Even the frozen pipes at the reception venue thawed a full 15 minutes before the wedding started! (Though I suspect it …

There's just a million little memories  That remind me you're not here It's just a different kind of Christmas this year Mark Schultz lyric on Conexus Blog re: grieving at Christmas

Hope in the darkness at Christmas

Today is the shortest day of the year.  The day of the year with the most darkness…just a few days before Christmas. The day I know annually as “So low down is up” day. I suspect that for many, it is fitting that day that feels bleakest and is, indeed, the darkest, falls around Christmas. …

Pink socks are an expression of solidarity and support to my Junior Tribe Member whose mother died from breast cancer.

Socks of Love

My youngest Junior Tribe Member is my son.  He does refer to me as a parent, which I totally love.  I am not his mother.  His mother died. Out of respect for his mother, he wears pink shoes. Bright pink runners on the court. When his coach told him last year to make them less …

The lunch that started something beautiful

I will always remember Sunday lunch of the August long weekend with special fondness. It was the start of a somethin-somethin with Husband and I…though it wasn’t nearly the start of our romance. Husband’s wife, Car had died in late winter. In the months leading to her death, I had asked Car’s sister of how she …