Different Grief Triggers

 

Death is Nothing At All - Poem by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Welcome!

Welcome to Silver Linings.

We're sorry that you have a reason to be here, but glad you're visiting all the same.

No matter what type of loss you've suffered (death of a friend/family member/pet, loss of a career or home or friendship/relationship), you are grieving.

We hope you'll be able to find some comfort and healing here.  We have set up pages related to specific kinds of loss where you can tell your story and read stories from others.  It helps to know you're not alone in what you feel.  Even though we all experience grief in our own way, the pain we endure is universal.

We will also share grief resources and things we've found that have helped ease our sorrow.

Please always remember that it's okay to not be okay.  Please always remember that your grief journey is your own, and no one can tell you how to process your feelings or when you should be "done" with grief.

And please know that one day, you will be able to dance again, even if you dance with a limp.

“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”   ― Anne Lamott