by Benjamin Allen | Mar 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
It was like there was a big reception and everybody came, but I was left with the mess. I was left with me. Matt’s funeral was a beautiful display of love. His fellow six graders became a choir and sang of their sorrow and his beauty. They had walked with him grade...
by Benjamin Allen | Feb 24, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery
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....
by Benjamin Allen | Feb 23, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery
One of the great questions when someone enters the world of the Afterloss is “what happens to love?” I have found so many different answers to all the different ramifications to this question of what does love mean to me now and how can a life of great sorrow find a...
by Benjamin Allen | Feb 23, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery
There is a reason this page is called Healing in the Afterloss. But what is healing? Healing for me doesn’t mean the hurt goes away. Healing means the hurt changes. Instead of the hurt being in the shape of a broken heart, it is now in the shape of an open heart. In...
by Benjamin Allen | Feb 23, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery
What makes us yearn not to be forgotten and not to forget? Years before I had lost everything I was speaking to someone whose child had died. In the newspaper there was an account of a landslide in our community that took a house down a ravine. Gratefully, no one was...
by Benjamin Allen | Feb 16, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery
Memory plays such an important role in my healing loss. I needed to touch those memories in a real and tangible way. I would drive to special places that held those memories. I would visit them often to replay the preciousness of the place we spent a moment of...
