#grief — Public Fediverse posts

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -

We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street number

When you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .

https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/

#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -

We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street number

When you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .

https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/

#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -

We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street number

When you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .

https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/

#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -

We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street number

When you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .

https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/

#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -

We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street number

When you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .

https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/

#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami

I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.

https://momtraneur.com/2026/07/21/i-thought-i-was-shopping-at-dior-i-was-really-looking-for-baby-lux/

I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.

https://momtraneur.com/2026/07/21/i-thought-i-was-shopping-at-dior-i-was-really-looking-for-baby-lux/

We Live In The Shadowlands

Several years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).

I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.

In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”

We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.

That’s the deal.

(November 2007)

We Live In The Shadowlands

Several years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).

I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.

In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”

We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.

That’s the deal.

(November 2007)

We Live In The Shadowlands

Several years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).

I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.

In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”

We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.

That’s the deal.

(November 2007)

We Live In The Shadowlands

Several years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).

I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.

In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”

We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.

That’s the deal.

(November 2007)

No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.

#grief #psychology #developmentalpsychology

No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.

#grief #psychology #developmentalpsychology

No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.

#grief #psychology #developmentalpsychology

No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.

#grief #psychology #developmentalpsychology

No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.

#grief #psychology #developmentalpsychology

This is my friend Cricket. She's been my best friend for 11 years, my constant companion.
She got sick, and today was her last day. I miss her terribly.
I just wanted people to know about her. Thank you for looking.

#CatsOfMastadon #Cat #Gato #Grief #Loss

This is my friend Cricket. She's been my best friend for 11 years, my constant companion.
She got sick, and today was her last day. I miss her terribly.
I just wanted people to know about her. Thank you for looking.

#CatsOfMastadon #Cat #Gato #Grief #Loss

Son's dying wish to see mum play soccer now helps her cope with loss
By Sarah Forster

After Spencer Farley was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he asked his mum to start playing soccer. In the 12 months since his death, the game has kept her going.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-07-22/central-coast-soccer-mum-honours-son/106909086

#Grief #Soccer #ClubsandAssociations #SarahForster

Son's dying wish to see mum play soccer now helps her cope with loss
By Sarah Forster

After Spencer Farley was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he asked his mum to start playing soccer. In the 12 months since his death, the game has kept her going.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-07-22/central-coast-soccer-mum-honours-son/106909086

#Grief #Soccer #ClubsandAssociations #SarahForster

Son's dying wish to see mum play soccer now helps her cope with loss
By Sarah Forster

After Spencer Farley was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he asked his mum to start playing soccer. In the 12 months since his death, the game has kept her going.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-07-22/central-coast-soccer-mum-honours-son/106909086

#Grief #Soccer #ClubsandAssociations #SarahForster

Son's dying wish to see mum play soccer now helps her cope with loss
By Sarah Forster

After Spencer Farley was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he asked his mum to start playing soccer. In the 12 months since his death, the game has kept her going.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2026-07-22/central-coast-soccer-mum-honours-son/106909086

#Grief #Soccer #ClubsandAssociations #SarahForster

This video (or do we call them reels now? It's a #BookTrailer , I guess?) isn't quite the same, but it's a bit similar. A #magic guy gets #therapy for his issues of #grief and #loss-- his therapist specializes in empathy for this because she has those issues herself...

B Advised
by Kevin Ahern

In writing
Avoid grief
B brief

#funny #comedy #laugh #silly #humor #humour #verse #poetry #poem #writing #grief #brief

B Advised
by Kevin Ahern

In writing
Avoid grief
B brief

#funny #comedy #laugh #silly #humor #humour #verse #poetry #poem #writing #grief #brief

A Question of Conscience

Are you dead, my guide?
Or have you simply sunk into the muck
that creeps upon these inner corridors,
drowning in helpless demise?

The glass is obscured and the
bright moon has faded into the mist
while I, like a blind hand groping,
stand trembling in this night,

waiting.

October 28, 1988, Curridabat, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

A Question of Conscience

Are you dead, my guide?
Or have you simply sunk into the muck
that creeps upon these inner corridors,
drowning in helpless demise?

The glass is obscured and the
bright moon has faded into the mist
while I, like a blind hand groping,
stand trembling in this night,

waiting.

October 28, 1988, Curridabat, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

A Question of Conscience

Are you dead, my guide?
Or have you simply sunk into the muck
that creeps upon these inner corridors,
drowning in helpless demise?

The glass is obscured and the
bright moon has faded into the mist
while I, like a blind hand groping,
stand trembling in this night,

waiting.

October 28, 1988, Curridabat, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

A Question of Conscience

Are you dead, my guide?
Or have you simply sunk into the muck
that creeps upon these inner corridors,
drowning in helpless demise?

The glass is obscured and the
bright moon has faded into the mist
while I, like a blind hand groping,
stand trembling in this night,

waiting.

October 28, 1988, Curridabat, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

AI 'ghosts' comfort the grieving — even when the bots get the facts wrong

If this matters to you, share it.

https://1ban.news/ai-ghosts-grief-mourners/

#1ban #ghosts #grief #mourners #science #research

AI 'ghosts' comfort the grieving — even when the bots get the facts wrong

If this matters to you, share it.

https://1ban.news/ai-ghosts-grief-mourners/

#1ban #ghosts #grief #mourners #science #research

Between the Lines #1

https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/between-the-lines-1/

Between the Lines #1

https://destinylaharris.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/between-the-lines-1/

Make the Hurt Go Away by Michael T Worden now live on Amazon

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/20/make-the-hurt-go-away-by-michael-t-worden-now-live-on-amazon/

Make the Hurt Go Away by Michael T Worden now live on Amazon

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/07/20/make-the-hurt-go-away-by-michael-t-worden-now-live-on-amazon/

By the time we reach our senior years, we've encountered many types of grief. In a new book, author Kate Doerge offers action steps for moving through the grieving process. #wellness #grief #aging

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-empowerment-diary/202607/dealing-with-grief-as-we-age?utm_source=flipboard&utm_medium=activitypub

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Today should be my nephew's 7th birthday.

Instead he will be forever 4 years old.

Please, make sure you know what to do in case of a fire. Know which adult is going for which child. Practice your escape routes.

Does the plan change if you have young grandkids staying over?

#FireSafety #Fire #Grief #Safety

Today should be my nephew's 7th birthday.

Instead he will be forever 4 years old.

Please, make sure you know what to do in case of a fire. Know which adult is going for which child. Practice your escape routes.

Does the plan change if you have young grandkids staying over?

#FireSafety #Fire #Grief #Safety

Where the Wildflowers Grow: A Novel

"Wildflowers grow in the most unlikely of places…"

Sale: $18.99 to $2

by Terah Shelton Harris
4.4/5 (2,613 Reviews)

#books #booksky #fiction #literature #novel #women #readers #wildflowers #survival #redemption #healing #love #family #grief #trauma #southern

Where the Wildflowers Grow: A ...

Where the Wildflowers Grow: A Novel

"Wildflowers grow in the most unlikely of places…"

Sale: $18.99 to $2

by Terah Shelton Harris
4.4/5 (2,613 Reviews)

#books #booksky #fiction #literature #novel #women #readers #wildflowers #survival #redemption #healing #love #family #grief #trauma #southern

Where the Wildflowers Grow: A ...

Abscond: A Short Story

"If there’s such a thing as destiny, is there such a thing as changing it?"

Sale: $1.99 to $0.99

by Abraham Verghese
Rating: 4.3/5 (27,072 Reviews)

#books #booksky #historical #fiction #shortstory #kindle #literature #family #grief #destiny

Abscond: A Short Story

Abscond: A Short Story

"If there’s such a thing as destiny, is there such a thing as changing it?"

Sale: $1.99 to $0.99

by Abraham Verghese
Rating: 4.3/5 (27,072 Reviews)

#books #booksky #historical #fiction #shortstory #kindle #literature #family #grief #destiny

Abscond: A Short Story

Just a Rant on Depression~

F*ck man I’m telling you; depression is Such a stone cold bitch.
I’ll be watching TV and all of the sudden I get this dark yet soft,, malicious voice that starts whispering  these horrible things.
It takes my biggest insecurities and fears and exploits them…
One of the worst symptoms for me is just this dark, hopeless physically heavy ,;feeling that makes you not  want to get out of bed…Gravity feels like its 3x stronger…  you feel so empty that you want tnt to cur yourself…

.THAT is what kills me. Destroys you from the inside out
I normally don’t have this that bad when I’m on a good, consistent regimen  of medications as well as having a good support system. …
You can’t do it alone.
Only issue is that A) starting a new psych med is like being a lab rat. You never know what you’re gonna get. B) like everything in life, you gain a tolerance  and you have to start a whole new medication …
I knew that I needed to get help when I literally couldn’t out of bed without cutting myself.
I carved “DIE” into my thigh.
THAT IS NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOR

So my primary doctor  started me off with Lexapro when I was 18 I think and it changed my life.
After a week or so, that heavy boulder that has been sitting on my chest just went away.
I felt 100x lighter  and the voices stopped being so loud and my panic attacks (that I have been plagued with stopped too!
It was like my “happy” switch was finally turned on
And I’ve stayed on at least 2 psych meds ever since then.

Not trying to push medication, but there absolutely are people who genuinely need them who can’t get better on their own and are close to su!cide.
THEN there’s all the other people who abuse the system and are just trying to “be edgy”.
I do NOT advocate for medication for just anybody/everybody.  Only those who genuinely can’t get out of bed even if there was a damn fire because of depression.
If your house goes from clean and adorable to a big mess because your mind keeps giving you ideas on suic!de.
If you’re chemically unbalanced  mind ever ruins events that are supposed to be fun..
You might have Major Depressive Disorder.

But Everybody is different and heals in there own way.
I DO however recommend/advocate  for therapy. Think everyone should see a therapist at least once a week.
It is just SO freeing- and  helps keep your mind  straigh.

But anyways I’m probably just talking to myself  I doubt anyone reads this

But you know what? FUCK that shit.
My writings at least  help me.
If you are reading this, 
Please don’t ever stop fighting!
And please never lose your soul…
It’s  hard af to get back. ❤️‍啕
Remember that as long as there’s still air in your lungs,  you still have time to change.

❣️

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Ultimate Rick Jones - The Senseless Waste of a Beautiful Thing

"A toe tapper about memory and the weird algebra of grief."

https://getmusic.fm/l/GTc1zX

#acoustic #piano #americana #country #saxophone #50s #grief #doowop #musclecars #music

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Ultimate Rick Jones - The Senseless Waste of a Beautiful Thing

"A toe tapper about memory and the weird algebra of grief."

https://getmusic.fm/l/GTc1zX

#acoustic #piano #americana #country #saxophone #50s #grief #doowop #musclecars #music

Free download codes:

Ultimate Rick Jones - The Senseless Waste of a Beautiful Thing

"A toe tapper about memory and the weird algebra of grief."

https://getmusic.fm/l/GTc1zX

#acoustic #piano #americana #country #saxophone #50s #grief #doowop #musclecars #music

Free download codes:

Ultimate Rick Jones - The Senseless Waste of a Beautiful Thing

"A toe tapper about memory and the weird algebra of grief."

https://getmusic.fm/l/GTc1zX

#acoustic #piano #americana #country #saxophone #50s #grief #doowop #musclecars #music

I just realised that Nephew is no longer packing all his things into bags as he goes to bed. For a while he did this in case there was a fire so that he could get all his stuff out the house easier.

I am hoping the fact that he has stopped means that he is healing from what he went through.

He is such an amazing young man. I am so damned proud of him and wish his dad could see him now.

#grief #GriefAndHealing

Bloomberg: Beijing edict leaves Chinese with virtual lovers heartbroken. “Alongside Beijing-based ByteDance, major Chinese technology companies like Alibaba Group Holding Ltd are also disabling functionality that lets users customise artificial intelligence (AI) companions, effective July 15…. The sudden shutdown of the AI personas leaves users facing the loss of relationships that they’d […]

Bloomberg: Beijing edict leaves Chinese with virtual lovers heartbroken. “Alongside Beijing-based ByteDance, major Chinese technology companies like Alibaba Group Holding Ltd are also disabling functionality that lets users customise artificial intelligence (AI) companions, effective July 15…. The sudden shutdown of the AI personas leaves users facing the loss of relationships that they’d […]