Tag Archives: Grief

Runner’s Guilt

There is something inherently selfish about running. It really serves no purpose to mankind.  At least not overtly. I still haven’t gotten back into the running groove like I had intended.  There are reasons, so, so many reasons.  It’s cold. … Continue reading

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Thy Rod and Thy Staff

Sometimes, before I walk into a room with certain patients, I take a deep cleansing breath and whisper, Lord, give me strength.  I just know what’s waiting for me on the other side.  History repeats itself over and over.  I … Continue reading

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Quilt Therapy

It was my husband’s idea.  Make a quilt out of your mom’s shirts.  Brilliant. As I was cleaning out her room, I couldn’t bear the idea of just dumping all of her things at the Goodwill.  There’s nothing wrong with … Continue reading

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Runner’s Low

Since my mom passed away, running has been harder for me.  It’s hard to find the time.  It’s hard to get away.  She used to watch the kids while my husband and I went to races. Plus it’s near impossible … Continue reading

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The Day After

Sometimes it isn’t until the day after a tragedy that it starts to really sink in.  It’s not until after you close your eyes and your body finally succumbs to sleep.  You awaken in the morning to the stark reality. … Continue reading

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Good Grief

I remember the first time that I wanted to be a writer.  I was in the third grade.  The assignment was to write a story about a tin can.  I titled it, “The Diary of a Tin Can.”  I even … Continue reading

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Waves

It seems that the most common way to describe the feeling of grief is to say that it “comes in waves.” I spent the last week at the beach on vacation with my family.  It’s one of the only places … Continue reading

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