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Preparing the Family for Life Without You
Connecting With Those We’ve Lost
Encore Episode: Dealing with Loss
Financial Implications of Widowhood
Dealing with Loss
EP 886B A Good Death After a Good Life
How Nearly Dying Saved My Life
EP 869C Is Reincarnation Possible?
Navigating Loss, Transition & Recovery
Better Path to End of Life
Maternal Death Prevalence & Risk
Ep14 - Rebuilding After Tragedy: Dr. Dawn Marie Nappi
Mass Casualty Situations
Compassion for the Dying: End of Life Options
Rebuilding After Tragedy & Trauma
Life is Just a Party, and Parties Weren't Meant to Last
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to get through this thing called life."
Music shapes our lives.
Almost everyone has a favorite song, or a song that brings you back to a memorable time in your life.
There might be a handful of songs you’ll never forget the lyrics to, no matter how long it’s been since you heard them.
You may have a favorite soundtrack (I have many) or immediately think of a movie when you hear a certain tune. For me, the movie Pretty Woman always comes to mind when I hear Prince’s song, Kiss… you know, that scene where Julia Roberts is in the big bathtub, headphones on, oblivious to Richard Gere watching her rock out in the bubbles.
There are also iconic artists.
We lost David Bowie earlier this year, Merle Haggard, Phife Dawg, Joey Feek, Maurice White, Glenn Frey, just to name a few.
Yesterday, we lost another.
Honoring Choices – What Matters Most
How to Get the Right Death
Tooth Loss & Mortality: What's the Link?
Can Medical Marijunana Reduce Prescription Overdose Deaths?
Why Are Cycling Deaths on the Rise in Men?
Grieving for Your Pet
Why Are So Many Veterans Taking Their Own Lives?
Why Are So Many Veterans Taking Their Own Lives?
Broken Heart Syndrome: Can It Kill You?
Death With Dignity: Why Terminally Ill Patients Seek Aid in Dying
How to Reduce Your Risk of an Early Death
What No One Ever, EVER Tells You About Grief
Grief is some tricky shit.
I apologize for the language... I tried to think of any other phrase that would set the stage for this blog; for what I’m feeling... somehow “grief is some tricky stuff” didn’t cut the mustard.
I’m fairly cerebral in my life processes; meaning that I tend to make sense of things by “thinking it out.” That is, I try to work everything out in my brain. If I can explain it away, with a reasonable argument and step-by-step analysis, I can process and move on.
I can’t make sense of what’s happening in my heart.
There are varying levels of grief. You can grieve the loss of a loved one (death). Grieve the loss of a loved one (divorce). Grieve the loss of your skinny jeans (just getting fat).
Obviously that last one is super-superficial.
It’s strange how I’ve processed grief in the past. When my grandparents and great aunts and uncles (who treated me like a grandchild) passed, I think I was still too young to realize what this meant. They were elderly; many in the stages of dementia and disease. What I didn’t realize is that while I lost a grandparent, my folks lost a parent.
And, while I haven’t lost a parent, I’ve lost a parent-in-law.