You can’t bear to be alone, but you also don’t want to be surrounded by people who haven’t felt it.

Mary Shelley, like many of us, had to find a way to continue living in the face of overwhelming grief.

The journey through grief may be long, but there is hope for healing, one wave at a time.

This statement feels so simple, almost trite, like a truth tucked in between the lines of a well worn self-help book...

Grief flows in waves, sometimes gently, sometimes crashing over us. Some days, it will makes us feel like we can't breath

When someone we love leaves our life there is a haunting sense that some luminous fragment of the soul, has been torn away.

My grandparents' love story felt like something out of a classic novel, the kind of romance that lingers long after the final page is turned

For the first few seconds, I stood stunned, my adult self caught off guard. And then it happened - like a thread snapping.