by Benjamin Allen | Aug 22, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
The way people deal with loss is so individualized. The way other people respond to those dealing with loss is just as unique. Some people can be there for others. Some can’t. I was speaking with a friend yesterday who is beginning her experience with this particular...
by Benjamin Allen | Aug 20, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Anticipation is often colored by what went before, what went before death turned life around, before death turned the future into the past. The world lives in linear time. I live in scenes that swirl between past, present and future. Others look forward to the future,...
by Benjamin Allen | Aug 14, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
I never know what is really going on inside someone else. And they will never know what is really going on within me. So much of life is lived in disguise. The surface hums along and I hum with it. The subterranean sorrow that lies beneath the surface lives in the...
by Benjamin Allen | Aug 12, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Robin was Matt’s favorite comedian and an organization that grants terminally ill children their wishes contacted Robin with Matt’s request to talk to him. Robin agreed with one stipulation. He asked that we not share his kind gesture. We were not close to Robin. And...
by Benjamin Allen | Aug 10, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Every life and every death is different. I’m coming up to the tenth anniversary of my mother’s death, and the first anniversary of my brother’s. I grieve in relation to how I live, and how we lived. Grief is such a unique experience. There are so many threads that...
by Benjamin Allen | Aug 8, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
She left so much behind. She took so much with her. Before Lydia died she asked me to not let Matt forget her. A child does not forget a mother. Those lives touched by Lydia have not forgotten. Time fades. But memory and meaning interweaves moment and brings color to...
