Grief and loss are intensely personal experiences, but most of our rituals for honoring or remembering a loved one who has died are public and social. This can be a great way to connect with others and gain support during a time of mourning, but you may also want a more private, reflective way to express your sadness, loss, or other emotions and to remember the person you are grieving.
When my grandpa died this February, I knew that I was not going to be able to attend his funeral service. I still wanted to honor him and find a way to process my feelings about him. Here is a list of 10 ideas I have for privately honoring a departed loved one.
This post is an unedited, stream of consciousness about grief, death, and losing a loved one. I’m posting the content with minimal edits to give you the most intimate view of what losing a loved one does to your brain that I can. There will be followup posts in the coming weeks. This was written March 15.
My grandpa died three weeks ago today. It doesn’t feel like that long, but it also feels like an eternity since then. I feel like I was living some other life even though I’m basically doing the same things for the same reasons.
Sorceress of Castle Grayskull (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This post is a re-working of several posts I made in early 2014 about the Sorceress and Teela.
My biggest plotting pet peeve is when characters keep secrets from one another that serve no useful purpose. There’s nothing wrong with the character having a secret or secrets. It drives me crazy when characters keep secrets that do more harm than good and never seem to grasp the idea that they are causing their own problems when they lie to their loved ones. There are PLENTY of good, interesting stories that can be told without this particular cheap plot device.
It’s sad that I’m a Christian, and yet when someone tells me they’re a Christian writing about their faith or Christian life, I worry whether I should even attempt to go to their website. I cringe because I’m waiting for the judgment that almost always vomits off of so-called “Christian” sites.
My grandmother’s in her 90s. A lifelong Catholic. This November, her daughter married another woman. You know what my grandmother did? She went to the wedding and danced.
If a 90-year-old woman can dance at a gay wedding, you can learn to treat people with grace and kindness today.