Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Matthew 5.4)

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If you have experienced the death of a loved one in the past ten years and are over eighteen years old, we invite you to participate in a brief online study of the ways that individuals make sense of and find meaning in loss. All participants will be entered in a raffle to win one of two $50 gift certificates to Amazon.com.

Your participation will contribute to a better understanding of grief and loss. The researchers, Dr. Brian Vandenberg, and Rachel Hibberd, are most grateful for your time and help in completing the study. If you have any questions, please e-mail rhibberd@umsl.edu. The study has been approved by the Institutional Review board of the University of Missouri-St. Louis.

 

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Book Corner

About Grief: Insights, Setbacks, Grace Notes, Taboos [Hardcover]

41Eul789wL._SL500_AA300_About Grief is a refreshingly down-to-earth book about an issue that blindsides many people. Written in a warm and conversational way that is, at times, deeply moving, at times, surprisingly amusing, and always practical, it covers a wide range of issues facing people in grief. Marasco and Shuff have done the footwork for readers who wish to know more about this complex subject. Using a variety of sources, including books, films, music and many hours spent talking with people in grief, the authors distill their candid insights into a series of short, single-topic-essays that can be easily digested in one sitting--a format they found grieving people preferred. This is not a book written by clinicians, so there's no cold jargon. It's not a memoir of one individual's grief, so it has something for everyone. And it's not a self-peddling inspirational book. It's a wise, plain-spoken, comforting book about an intimidating topic. As one reader recently said of About Grief: "Reading this book is like having a smart, entertaining friend around--at a time when you really need one."

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Funeral Wreaths

Grief Poems

Submission Guidelines: We accept articles, short stories, and poetry. We only accept submissions from the original author or a publicist hired by the copyright owner to submit material here. We do not pay for submitted content nor do we accept submissions that are primarily advertisements. You may place a brief resource box and contact information at the end of your submission. To submit content to this website, write joanne@grieflossrecovery.com.
Jul152006
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Rearden Travis

What is the point of dying,
When you cause more pain that way.
You're not the only one that wants to go today.
Today might not be good,
but tomorrow is another day.
So what is the point of dying anyway?

Copyright © 2002 by Rearden Travis. All rights reserved.

 
Jun012006
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Leon Knight
DEATH: Mother, let me have your child. I will hold her—oh, so gently—so you can rest awhile.
MOTHER: No! You can't have her. Her fever's high. Her poor heart's pounding. She needs me. I'm her mother. I best keep on holding on.
DEATH: But you need rest, and so does she. I'll croon sweet lullabies while angels chorus for eternity.
MOTHER: I am tired, and she's in such pain. But I must hold on. You can't have her. I love her. I won't let her go.
DEATH: I know you love her. But I'll soothe away her pain. I'll cool her fever forever so she'll never suffer again. Please, mother, let me hold your child.
MOTHER: She is my baby-child—she's in such pain—and I love her so. I have to submit—I have to let her go. Here, you can have my child.
DEATH: Thank you, dear mother. You'll know—in time—what I ask is right. And, I promise, you'll hear the songs of love I sing for her, you'll hear them every night.
MOTHER: Yes, I know each midnight as she suckles, each time she's at my breast, I'll hear those songs of love till I join her at her rest.
DEATH: Thank you, dear mother.

About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Reprinted with permission.

Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.

 
Jun022006
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Olufisayo Gali

We stand here today
Because we notice
Acknowledge a void
In time and space
In thought and reason
We feel it
Emptiness in our lives
He is gone
And even now so long after
The tears flow too readily
They do not stop
They do not pause
They see no reason to
There is no reason to
The pain remains, ever as strong
We stand here today
Because we acknowledge
The loss of your presence
And we acknowledge
There is nothing we can do
But pay homage and rejoice in
Our only true joy
We knew you
You graced our world
You taught us

Copyright © 2001 by Olufisayo Gali. All rights reserved.

   
Jun082006
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Tonya Seay

Did you love me when we were just friends,
Did you love me at each day’s end,
Did you love me when we had nothing to say,
Did you love me when we were on our knees to pray,
Did you love me when we lay down to sleep,
Did you love me for secrets you told me to keep,
Did you love me each night you cried,
Did you love me when I begged you, please try,
Did you love me through all the anger and pain,
Did you love me when I made you smile again,
Did you love me when you were sad,
Did you love for all the good times we had,
Did you love me with no regret,
Did you love me for memories we’ll never forget,
Did you love me when you heard God calling you home,
Did you love me when you left me here all alone?

Copyright © 2002 by Tonya Seay. All rights reserved.

 
Jun022006
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Brenda Penepent, LPN

Don’t think I do not feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.

Just because I do not cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep inside the misery
of words not to be spoken.

Sometimes I smile, or crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone insane.

Each time I chance to think of her,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I feel is mine alone.
you will not see my thunder.

About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.

Copyright © 2001 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.

   

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