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When my mother died, I felt as if loss had taken my heart and torn a piece from it, leaving a core wound, a quiet bleeding. The sorrow would swell like a wave that I couldn’t dive under or over. My te ........
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One day after I returned to work following the loss of my father, I emailed an older male colleague who had sent me a lovely message expressing his condolences. In our subsequent conversation, he said ........
Loss and the gift of memory.
While grief expresses the love for what is gone, loss brings a searing of permanency. It sends a shockwave through me, reminding me that my parents are no longer here. The loss speaks of the eno ........