Candid conversation about grief. Beginners welcome.
After a Teenager’s Death, Metaphors Fail
By Goldberry Long
My friend's 16-year-old daughter was hit by a car and I struggled to write about it. Because no words can truly encapsulate the zero of grief.
Purple Rain on Father’s Day
By Janine Annett
My dad and the rock star Prince had everything and nothing in common. This is the time of year I feel their absence most acutely.
What This Mother Told Her Dying Son
By Laura Gilkey
Her words were perfect.
The Sewing Blogs Were My Salvation
By Susanne Grabowski
After my baby died, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. But then I found the sewing blogs.
My Mother’s Day Trifecta
By Elizabeth Felicetti
I lost my mom, my stepmom, and my dream of mothering a child of my own. On Mother’s Day, people say the darndest things to me.
What I Did With My Husband’s Life Insurance Money
By Leslie Gray Streeter
During the rawest moments of my grief, what I bought helped me breathe easier.
The Autopsy Report Should Have Been Anticlimactic. It Was Anything But.
By Margaret Feike
My beloved husband died, leaving me with three children and another on the way. But it was a letter from the coroner’s office that did me in.
‘Congratulate Kim on Her Work Anniversary’
By Anne Pinkerton
The upside of LinkedIn’s reminder about my dead friend.
What I Tell My Kids About Their Brother Who Died Before They Were Born
By Michelle DuBarry
Even in Seamus' absence, our four-person household continues to feel to us like a family of five.
Does Moving Away Mitigate Grief?
By Melanie Takefman
Thousands of miles now separate me from the landmarks of my memories with Dad. Here's what the distance has changed — and what it hasn't.
My Wedding Gown’s Last Dance
By Lucy Kalanithi
In an excerpt from the new Modern Loss book, Lucy Kalanithi, the widow of "When Breath Becomes Air" memoirist Paul Kalanithi, describes leaving her bridal gown behind — in the most unconventional of settings.
The Billy Joel Concert That Saved Me
By Ruth Tepler Roth
By taking me to that show, what remained of my family in the aftermath of my son’s suicide was telling me, ‘Please come back to us. We still need you.’
The Lights and Lessons of Toro Nagashi, the Japanese Candle Boat Ceremony
By Deborah Ager
I missed a lifelong friend’s funeral. But I honored him all the same.
By Kathryn Frey-Balter
I heard about Justice Scalia’s death at one of my last dinners with my beloved, if complicated, father. Months on, as the justice’s seat sat unfilled, so did Dad’s.
My Guide to Finding Love After Loss
By John Duberstein
A totally conventional and easily followed roadmap to emotional transition, by the widower of "The Bright Hour" author.
What Triggers Me Isn’t What You Think It Is
By John Ptacek
Old photos and anniversaries don’t do me in the way one sitcom theme song does.
I Was Given My Grandmother’s Name, But I Took Her Locket
By Virgie Townsend
No matter how many stories I heard, my grandmother remained abstract to me. I needed something tangible to make my grandmother feel real to me.
Bereavement Group Dropout
By Teresa Strasser
Around a table full of widow-baked cookies, I absorbed the most profound of all death clichés, and I was done.
My BFF Makes ‘Your Mom’ Jokes About My Dead Mom — and I Love Her for It
By Theodora Blanchfield
And I love her for it.
The Hummingbirds Who Lightened My Grief
By Jacqueline Dooley
When my daughter died, I hated the sun for rising without her. I wept as the world turned green and flowers burst open. But the backyard birds were a different story.
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