After reading the news, and having a good cry, I thought about how Internet friends can be some of the best friends ever.
Mourning and Internet friendships
Category: Love
When Grief takes a Twist
"Do we ever truly let go of the people with whom we’ve been intimate on some level? Doesn’t a part of them live on inside us forever?"
Smokey, the Old Canoe Paddler
Smokey was sneaky. Houdini-like. He was born under a “wand’rin’ star, or as Jim liked to say, he paddled his own canoe.
The Raw Bits Remain
"His death is a part of our story, and like any good story, it never ends."
Self-Kindness (the “da doo ron-ron-ron, da doo ron-ron” version)
"Don’t forget to do nice things for yourself. There’s beauty in giving, and nothing says we can’t also be the receiver."
This is 40
I can’t say, “Has it been forty years already?” because when someone you love dies, even a day without them is a lifetime.
Grief Talk: The Corner
Grief is a big part of my life, yes, but so is love, and to me, that corner represents love.
Not “Just” a Deer
In the face of anyone or anything’s suffering, may I never be someone who says, “It was just a deer.”
Grief Talk Tuesday: Treat My Urn Like the Stanley Cup
There was a sense of urgency about the way mini waterfalls and rapids formed in the otherwise docile water. Its beauty—flowing at the foot of a bucolic green hillside dotted with dandelions—reminded me how the moments I love most are fleeting...
Grief Talk: “Merry” Christmas?
A few weeks ago, Carlene started “talking.” When she sits in my lap, she taps my face with her hands and says, “Mum mum mum,” and I am both proud and petrified. When I try to get her to say, “da da,” she always looks confused. “Who’s da da?” I imagine she asks. “He’s the guy we’re both growing up without,” I tell her.
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor 