by Lisa Cox I’ve experienced grief several times in my 40 years. One of the most traumatic times happened just 24 years into my life and has left me with many visible and invisible scars. At age 24, I had a brain haemorrhage while waiting for my flight at the airport one morning. I […]
by Visnupreya Chandrarajah Death and dying are natural processes of the human experience. In my opinion, the only thing unnatural is that more often than not, those subjects are commonly swept under the rug because it’s uncomfortable. We push the gut-wrenching topics away while we carry on in our hurried routine-packed daily lives. That […]
by James LaVeck What if I were to tell you I was grateful for losing my husband? Would I sound callous? Inhuman? Heartless? What if I were to tell you I was grateful for losing two? How would you describe me then? The truth of the matter is, I am grateful, and let me […]
by LaSandra Hutchinson In 1997, Kenneth Hutchinson began to sit behind me in our World History class. I knew Kenneth was smart and articulate, but I had yet to find out how hilarious he was. Oh, but after he began to sit behind me in class. There were jokes for days! He was sitting […]
by John Hermle In 2004, when I was 16 years old, I watched my grandmother die in the hospital alongside my other family members. I didn’t realize until years later, but this was a jumping-off point for when my mental health began to decline. I became a lot more introverted and reserved than I […]
by Rosemary Keevil Grief is physical. Grief grabs you and keeps you in its clutches. Grief comes at you and punches you in the stomach. And just like those punches, the initial jab being the most powerful. Then it wavers a bit in its intensity, grief in the long term softens with time. But […]
by Erick Saldes My story is a tale of two countries and two fathers. I spent the first part of my life in Durango, Mexico, living a simple and happy life. My family was composed of my father, my mother and myself, and my sister would join us several years later. My father was […]
