by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
When Lydia was thirteen, my father joked that she was the head of the Wounded Bird Society. Her greatest passion was caring. One of her greatest gifts to life was she cared. Life took a lot out of Lydia. It took her baby. It took the health, and ultimately the life,...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Even in my most solitary moments, I am not alone. I feel a presence. There is something beyond this moment, yet within this moment, that envelops my sorrow and rests in the depths of my being. Others have names for this presence. Others have paradigms that define and...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Grief is not living in the past; grief is missing the ones I love in the present. I do not miss yesterday or long for bygone days. I miss not what was, but what isn’t. My pain today is based in today’s loss, not yesterday’s. It’s like a planet out in space that orbits...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Lydia knew suffering. She had endured physical pain far beyond my comprehension. She suffered emotional loss, the cruel deterioration of dementia and a broken spirit. We knew she was weeks away from death and her ultimate suffering was leaving her nine-year-old child...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
“Tears are the silent language of grief.” Voltaire Voltaire was a man of words, but apparently he knew the silence of sorrow. He must have known that place beyond words deep within the origin of loss. No one unfamiliar with the trail marks of tears could put to words...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Have you experienced the presence of a loved one? What keeps us so connected to the ones we love? My relationship is never ending, even when breath ends. There are still things that need to be said, felt and shared. I have needed closure. I have needed continuation....
