Monthly Archives: February 2014

Loss of Father: An AfterTalk Letter on the Anniversary of my Father’s Death

Dad, The summer after you died, I went through the attic.  I was not looking for your things.  Honestly, I was looking for vintage clothes from Mom’s old wardrobe.  I’m not ashamed of that, because the skeletal mounds of your things around the house were suffocating.  Shirts and pants and underwear, and Mom couldn’t get rid of them,

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Talking to Children About Death: A Personal Journey and a Chance for You to Help Others

I remember being told that the grieving process was a journey.  It would hit me at different times, in unexpected moments and in unanticipated ways.  When I was nine years old and my sister suddenly passed away, I think I processed grief similarly to many other children.  I was not able to understand the medical

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The Grieving Process: Dealing with Valentine’s Day [Belated]

[Editor: This is only 11 days late, but the principles discussed apply to all holidays, so Happy Belated Valentine’s Day] Larry: My first wife, Vanessa, and I married young and were unable to have children so throughout our 24 years together it was just us. We never missed going out for a special Valentine’s Day

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Continuing Bonds Theory of Grief

Several readers have asked for more information about the theoretical and philosophical underpinnings of AfterTalk. I provided a partial answer in an earlier post about Managing Grief by Writing where I discussed the theoretical basis of AfterTalk’s Private Conversations as therapeutic writing. In this blog I want to explain how writing to deceased loved ones fits

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A Grief Poem for Those Lost at Sandy Hook. A Poet Remembers

[Larry Lynn:  Poet Jim Monroe shares with us his commemoration of the tragedy at Sandy Hook called “Innocent Victims”] Twenty-six persons Were murdered that day Not counting the mother And her son that had strayed A confused young man Rained bullets from hell Upon the school and it’s students They fell… woe… they fell Twenty

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