by Benjamin Allen | Apr 10, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
Today is Monday and I have to go to work. I’m trying to cut down on my use of four letter words, but I just can’t seem to shake ‘work’. I want to go back to bed. It’s not that I’m physically tired. I’m just a little road weary. All I really want is to do what I want...
by Benjamin Allen | Apr 5, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
When I say to someone living in loss, “It’s one of those days,” they know. They know what “those days” means when it feels like I’m running in water and everything is sluggish. They know what it means when I say I’m a little down. And those that know me know how down...
by Benjamin Allen | Apr 4, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
I do not relate to the famous 5 Stages of Grief. I experience grief in the paradigm of The Multi-layers of Loss. My loss unfolds layer after layer that is not bound by dimension or time. Memory and moment weave their own directional course and my sorrow follows the...
by Benjamin Allen | Apr 3, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
We heal when we gather within our common ground and walk our common path. We speak of the ones we love and have lost and find others who know love, know loss…and know us. A friend of mine and I were talking at the end of Matt’s life. Lydia and I knew Maria before Matt...
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 31, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
When they died, the dream died. I was left with love without a dream. In loss, I found my deepest love had no place go, no embrace, no dream. I dreamed of birthday parties and graduations. Marriages. Grandchildren. Holidays. Laughter. Kisses. Sunsets. Sunrises....
by Benjamin Allen | Mar 31, 2014 | reflections on grief, reflections on grief recovery, reintegration after loss
When my heart broke my world shattered. What was once important to me no longer mattered. I questioned everything. I no longer lived by the world’s standards. Everything in my life was re-valued under a different paradigm, a more refined microscope. I asked why and...
