Grief is not something you complete. It’s a new dimension of self.
I’m glad you asked. Elizabeth is my big sister. On October 13, 2013, she took her life. She was 26 years old. This website is a virtual space for making sense of life after the incredible tragedy that is suicide. I hope anyone who lands on this site is inspired to be supportive and encouraging […]
Unfortunately, the sentiment “time heals all wounds” doesn’t really apply when it comes to grief. At least not for me, or my parents. Together, we live in a world that still contains my sister as the rest of it seems to forget.
Therapy is like rummaging through the contents of your head, plucking things from their usual place and examining it in different lighting.
“It’s all of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
Slip off your shoes,
and set them by the door.
At some stage, after Elizabeth’s death, I was given a three-page pamphlet on ‘How to Cope with the Loss of a Sibling’. I have no memory of who gave it to me or when, but I remember reading it one night when I couldn’t sleep.
I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.
We can choose to meet death like a great opponent about to begin an epic sword fight. We grow in size by our ability to live life in its absolute fullness.
Having someone you love die feels like suddenly getting yanked by the collar of your shirt and being dragged at breakneck speed through the clouds and then gently being released into the atmosphere.