Your situation doesn’t sound so unusual. When someone you have a strong bond with, like you have with your mother, dies your connection to them continues. You and your father or brother hear her voice, that’s evidence of your love. … Continue reading
About Gale Massey
Gale Massey, M.S., is the author of Grief: reminders for healing, (1991) a pocket-size book which, along with its companion video, is widely used by hospices and individuals across the U.S. (available at www.grief-remindersforhealing.com). Gale’s award winning stories and articles have been published in the St. Petersburg Times, Halfway Down the Stairs, Seven Hills Review, Blue Crow and Stories for Sendai.
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I was comforted by the book, “The Five People You Meet in Heaven,’ by Mitch Album. It helped me begin to look at my father’s death in a whole new light. Maybe it will help you. –Gale “Sorrow makes us … Continue reading →
This is a really tough loss. Above everything else you have to be patient with yourself. You will get through this. Counseling will help you sort through your feelings, a grief group like the one at the hospice will help … Continue reading →
Shirley, Thanks for sharing that. Good idea to write that book, Keep Walking. Let us know how it goes.
It must be so hard to understand why your mother had such a hard life and why she needed to drink. It sounds like she was deeply unhappy. Do you think it would help you to go to Al-Anon groups? … Continue reading →
The retreats I’ve attended regarding grief had lots of down time. The slow pace worked best for me. There were activities to choose from, like art therapy, meditations, group sharing. I appreciated being able to set my own pace and … Continue reading →
There is so much grief in your story and I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. Not only are you grieving you mother, you are grieving the fact that your younger siblings have to grow up without their mother. … Continue reading →
Losing your father may be the biggest event in your life for many years. I lost my father when I was 7 years old and that loss has colored my world for most of my life. There’s no denying the … Continue reading →
She stood on the railroad tracks listening for the train when another sound started in the distance, soft at first then growing louder, closer. She recognized the sound, knew in a moment that the siren was coming closer, coming for … Continue reading →