Blog Detail
The Grief Diet: On the Loss of My Father
http://kimberlyann.choseit.com/
Follow the writer's personal journey through grieving for a lost loved one. Designed to help out others in the same situation, this is a blog which may help with moving on from the trauma of loss and finding yourself again.
- Added on: Sep 14th, 2008
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Kimbelryann
- Listed in: Death & Dying Living Well
- Tags: recovery mental health death grief dying loss
Recent Posts
Everyone and No One
I am writing to everyone and no one. I want to write this for myself. On the other hand, I want to shout my story of Bud to everyone. On the anniversary of his death, it would be easy for me to write all about my pain as I have done in previous posts...
It’s Not a Dream
If this was all a dream, I would have never: Charged after a woman in a hotel hallway Lost weight and then gained then lost then gained and now lost Had countless nights of insomnia Experienced a hiatus in my running Secretly wished my heart would j...
The Fix It Guy
My family had recently taken a trip to California. I was reveling in a quiet house and having the bed all to myself. It was a bit chilly that night so I had turned on my electric blanket a little to high. I was tossing and turning because I was too...
Monsters
My dad always managed to keep the monsters away. Some of them real and others imagined. I won’t bore you with my fears of vampires and Freddy Krueger. Obviously they don’t exist. Rather I will write of one dark creature that did exist. This monst...
Walking Out
My grief and I have been residing in dark, dark places. I often have wondered whether I will succumb to this abyss or find my way out. I have lost my faith these past 10 months. Everything I believed has been rattled and tossed about. I have been on ...
Walking the Cow
It was a perfect day to take the dogs for a walk. So my parents had Bogie, Lassie, Daphne, and Sally. By the way, those are the names of their greyhounds. Except Daphne. Se is a whippit who wears pajamas. But me, no! I was walking a cow. It was brown...
