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How to become a Master of Grief when you Lose your Child.

January 17, 2040, is a significant day for me. It will mean I have gone through 10,000 days without Phil. My son. My baby whom I held in my arms and looked deeply into his eyes. The baby I bonded with, my foxhole buddy. My first born. My boy.  In his book, Outliers, Malcolm Gladwell

 
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Advising a Friend about Loss – What Not to do!

Advising a Friend about Loss – What Not to do! Today I was visiting with someone whom I respect very much. I think this person has a pretty good handle on life. He is positive and connected to others. He is kind and caring. We had a great conversation and explored many topics and then

 
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Holidays Past – Missing a Loved One Who is Gone, Learning to Cope

Holidays Past – Missing a Loved One Who is Gone I remember past Holidays having our whole family together and feeling so good. So thankful. I felt proud of the amazing life we had together.  I would look at my husband and children all laughing, having a good time.  I would pull out Christmas decorations

 
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The Price of Being Real

Published on 6 June, 2017 by in Uncategorized

The Price of Being Real – Resistance is Futile Today was not a fun day. Sometimes I have days like that. On days like this, my brain says, keep these emotions all to yourself.  After all, I don't want to be that bummer, negative friend. You know, the drama queen. The crier. The one everyone

 
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Gone from my Sight

Published on 11 May, 2017 by in Uncategorized

Gone From My Sight I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where

 
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My Grief is Better than Your Grief!

The comparison of grief. It doesn't work. Although I find it happens often.  "I know just how you feel about your son." My neighbor began. "The other morning I was out front with my dog and I loved that dog. I saw the car coming and shouldn't have called him. He was across the street and

 
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1498 Days without Phil

It's Fall again Phil. The weather is beautiful. The trees are lush and green, and in Arizona, will be for at least another month. I look at the sky in the morning and I look at the sky in the evening. I am always looking for signs from you. No Christmas without Phillip 1498 days

 
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How I Saved a Woman’s Life on Facebook

Last night there was a woman in a private group I am part of on Facebook. Her daughter had died a year and a half ago and she and her husband had since divorced. She was struggling. There were a couple of posts. One said, something like, I thought I could do this but I

 
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My Son Sam Shelton

I have been appreciating my son, Sam, more than ever! Having only one son after having two for so long is a strange feeling. I enjoy his antics. I enjoy his voice, expressions and his quirkey personality. He is not really like Phillip at all. He is unique, he is Sam. I think of the

 
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A Brother’s Love – Death of a Brother

Phillip and Sam were 21 months apart. Phillip was always the good big brother. He taught Sam by example. He was quiet, gentle and patient. Phil was born this way. He came in with nothing to prove. He was here to enjoy life and other people. Sam was clumsy, loud and reckless. I don’t mean

 
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