Grief ages you
/Grief doesn’t simply change you; it undoes you, and in the unraveling, it asks who you will be now. Will you let it consume you, or will you let it shape you into something raw but resilient, broken but somehow beautiful?
Read MoreGrief doesn’t simply change you; it undoes you, and in the unraveling, it asks who you will be now. Will you let it consume you, or will you let it shape you into something raw but resilient, broken but somehow beautiful?
Read MoreThis is how much she loves her daughter, enough to rend apart cells from deep within her chest, under layers of flesh and bone, without even lifting a finger. It may look as though she’s just sitting and staring at the wall, but inside, this bloody, violent, spectacle is unfolding.
Read Morewith heavy hands
i rummaged through her little pink box
to find her Merry Christmas garden flag
and none of it felt merry.
But then sometimes you see all at once how much more loss has piled up over time. The loss of all the potential girls and women she could have been, might have known, might have loved, and the countless unknown people who have lost something by never knowing, never having been loved by, that girl, that woman who might have been.
Read MoreThis week’s post is a Kitchen Table post, where we settle in together with a cup of something warm and have a chat. In this post, we’re thinking about how online spaces have been part of our experiences of grieving. Come sit, if you like. We’ll throw another log on the fire, make you some tea and listen, if you want to share.
Read MoreShe went in less than fifteen minutes, after we said our good byes. She waited for us. I guess she knew when.
Read MoreBereaved parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion, and the other side of getting through this mess called grief.
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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
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