My Loss

I Met My Fiancé in a Modern Loss Support Group

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When I logged onto Zoom to lead a session on friendship, my true love was waiting in the grid.

Mi luto en azul

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Tras la muerte de mi mamá, encontré un nuevo significado en mi color favorito de siempre.

Grieving in Blue

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After my mom died, I discovered a world of new meaning in my favorite color.

‘You Are Only as Good as the People You Surround Yourself With’

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I was desperate to be wild in grief and my coke-snorting bestie was my ticket to fun.

Att vara äldre än min pappa

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Jag har aldrig slutat att gråta för allt han har gått misste om. Men när jag passerade åldern då han dog, ändrades något.

A Sacred, Unlikely Friendship, Maintained Through Terrifying Times

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At 87, my friend Ned narrowly escaped Covid-19's invasion of his nursing home. Here's what it made me realize.

What It Feels Like to Be Older Than My Father

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I've never stopped crying for all that he has missed. But as I passed the age at which he died, something changed.

Chronicles of a Former Crier

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We never know who we’ll be in grief. In mine, the disappearance of my go-to tears was a shock.

The Rules of Grief Do Not Apply

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My father died during the Covid-19 lockdown in London. The absence of support felt so surreal that I wondered if I could pretend his death never really happened.

The Vaccine Wasn’t Ready in Time to Save Mom

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In the minutes after getting my jab, it was hard not to think about time. If my mother had fallen now instead of then, she likely would have already received her COVID shots.

I Became A Grandmother At Age 30

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My kids have no idea what they are missing by not having my mother around. So I try and make sure they don’t miss a thing,

When Your Pet is Your Lifeline

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My HIV condition progressed to full-blown AIDS, along with anxiety and depression. Adopting my dog forced me to focus on living.

The Undeniable Magic of Being Truly Noticed

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I was shattered near the end of my young son's life. An extension of true compassion was an act of grace like no other.

I’m an Urgent Care Doctor. A Year into the Pandemic, I’m Running on Empty.

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And yearning to regain a foundation of wellness amidst the relentless, endless layers of my grief.

Can Technology Help Us Talk to the Dead? (Spoiler: Yes) 

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It may not be exactly like Amazon's 'Upload,' but the future of preserving our stories is here.

How to Brush Your Teeth While Grieving in a Pandemic

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I'm an ex-addict grieving my partner's sudden death. Thanks to COVID-19 isolation, all my comfort must come from within.

What a Pandemic Funeral Taught Me About Family

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I spent years distancing myself from relatives. When my uncle died, I found something that had been deeply missing in my quarantined life.

Letters From My Dead Mom in Animal Crossing

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We never meet the video game's Mom character, so my mind fills in the blanks with the face of my own.

Settling Into the Unknown

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A year after the death of my son and stepmom, I found new understanding while selecting a memorial tree.

He Blinded Me With Zients

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My family came to America to escape conscription in the Czar’s army. Today, my cousin, the Covid Czar, is trying to help save America.

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