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Bereavement Group 101

I’ve never had much patience or tolerance for old people. Society tells us to expect age to bring wisdom and a clear perspective on life, but most people approach the end of their lives fearful and bitter. My friends and…

The Right Place At The Wrong Age

As I thought about returning to my new and improved bereavement group something very odd happened. I noticed I’m sort of kind of looking forward to it. It’s not the kind of eagerness I feel when my little granddaughter Skylar…

Another Day, Another Bereavement Group

I went and did it. I joined another bereavement group. I know. I know. After reading my previous post “I Hated Everyone In My Bereavement Group” even a really dumb person would figure I was done with group grieving and…

File Cabinets Aren’t Used To File Your Nails

I needed a place to put all the files and papers and bills. For thirteen years Rae, Jimmy’s assistant had a fine tuned system. His office hummed (and it wasn’t from one of those fluorescent fixtures) In cracker jack time…

Sex & Jewelry

It’s late and I’d like to get to sleep, but I can’t. I can’t because this evening I wore that stupid bracelet that’s impossible to take off by myself. Damn. Why didn’t I remember that? Jimmy used to bargain with…

Killing Me With Kindness

Everyone wants to help the widow. On line at the supermarket if I happen to be wearing black and I happen to let it slip that my husband recently passed away it’s a sure bet that I’ll be ushered to…

Business As Unusual

I was a spoiled brat of a wife. I was. Bills? What are they? I’ve heard about people who get the shakes when they open the mailbox. They anticipate the bills overflowing and swallowing them up. Not me, not then….

I Hated Everyone In My Bereavement Group

I’m one of those people who can just look at a stranger and hate her like she stabbed my best friend. I’ve always been grateful for this ability to weed out the boring and annoying. This is why I after…

Hard To Bereave It

My friend Barbara told me I should join a beweavement group. I said, ‘I’m not really into arts and crafts.’ ‘BeReavment!’ she said louder, but not too loud because everyone is very very gentle around me lately. I appreciate this…

Plucked

Jimmy was plucked. That is the best way I can put it. Everyone else is still around but where’s Jimmy? It just isn’t fair. It isn’t fair to him. It isn’t fair to me. It isn’t fair to our kids,…