Every Wednesday

Every Wednesday I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Feeling gratitude after a death is hard. Someone we loved is gone. A life we loved is over. We have no ambitions or dreams. We don’t care about anything or anyone, not even ourselves.

Even though we know that our loved ones would want us to be happy again, this does not free us up to go dancing or even to enjoy ice cream.

Gratitude is being thankful for what we have, not what we don’t.

To the Inuits in the Arctic, life was a constant battle to survive. The beauty and sweetness of living was offset by the harsh living conditions. A long life was never assumed, not even an additional year. There was gratitude for being alive today and for the beauty of the sun, even if it rose for only a moment over the horizon.

It was not enough to survive each day if there was no celebration.

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