The Mourner’s Bill of Rights by Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D.
I remember feeling so very confused from all of the expectations I experienced after my husband died and then again when I lost my son. Some of those expectations were of my own making and others from people who had not walked the heartbreaking road of loss and debilitating grief.
It wasn’t until a wise older friend of mine said “Chrissy, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You need to focus your energy on just trying to survive right now.”
Those words were life giving to me.
These Dry Bones
Do you ever feel like you walked into the valley of daily life and struggles and the heat feels as if it is burning your flesh off? The heat of hurt, rejection, fear, loneliness, job loss, financial burdens, broken marriage, loss of hope? Do you feel that if you don’t get relief soon you will just be a mere skeleton of yourself...all your flesh stripped off?
My World Went Dark…
In Memory Of The First Son To Ever Hear My Heartbeat
Christopher Parrish Barrow
The day you were born was filled with hope and joy. Hope for my future at the young age of 18 and hope for yours.
My world went dark March 21, 2016.
I can feel the anxiety and panic in the air as it rises up in my body. I vacillated between knowing something was terribly wrong and hope.
I ache to hold you. My tears still spill unexpectedly.
When Life Doesn't Feel Abundant
It has been almost three and a half years in this season of our life, and it sure has not felt like abundance. It has felt more like deception and greed stacked on top of an earth-shattering journey of loss and grief. Oh how deep the arrow penetrates the soul when the instigators of the hellish vortex you find yourself in comes cloaked in Christianity, friendship, and even those you love.
Sea Glass
These things I shared today with you are just a glimpse of all the radiant sea glass God revealed when the waves of sorrow and loss crashed over our head and swept our lives and hearts out to sea.
When I think of sea glass with the sun sparkling off of it, I think of the beautiful colors of all the precious stones in heaven. I think of you. I think of Chris.
Until we meet again…
Love,
Blue Eyes
90 Seconds and a Wig Adjustment
Don’t you wish that is all it took…90 seconds and a wig adjustment to get our life together? 90 Seconds to soothe your deep hurt and disappointments?
Violent/Broken/Bloodied/Bruised/Restored
“Your son is dead. We think he may have swerved to miss a deer and lost control”. Collapse, shock, saltwater waves pouring over my head sucking me under, burning my lungs, stinging my eyes. I want reach out to comfort others around me that are feeling the impact but I can feel nothing, hear nothing. Paralysis.
Wherever You Go.....There You Are
I am a “runner”...not in the literal, feet pounding the pavement sense. Lord, no! My self destruction path does not look like sweating to the oldies, mid summer, in the Texas heat.