Pain will come with time, but time will heal the pain.

Only the broken heart has the ghost of a chance to grieve, to forgive, to long, to transform.” Christina Baldwin, author of Life’s Companion, Journal Writing as a Spiritual Practice, 1990. Used with author’s permission

It does not matter what I believe. The past is done. Hope is irrelevant. We measure success and failure in history with a cost of lives. Penicillin saved people, and the world wars exterminated them....

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief… Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

Los fantasmas son solo fragmentos de memoria. Estos nos acosan porque no queremos olvidarlos.

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.

It is the capacity to feel consuming grief and pain and despair that also allows me to embrace love and joy and beauty with my whole heart. I must let it all in.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

The God I serve is able to save us both. To give us the winning lottery ticket so all our money problems will go away. To mend our broken hearts. To bring us close to...

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

How many others suffered in silence, too ashamed and too afraid to speak about their pain? The world wouldn’t let them grieve for children they had aborted. How could they when the rhetoric said there...

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn’t fix me, doesn’t...

No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to...

You can’t truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss.

There are some griefs so loudThey could bring down the sky,And there are griefs so stillNone knows how deep they lie,Endured, never expended.There are old griefs so proudThey never speak a word;They never can be...