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And Now… The Big Lebowski

In late September we’re scattering my mom’s ashes.  We’ve decided to go to Big Sur, to Nepenthe, which she loved.  All that is a-okay.  Right?  I mean, family is going to get together, we’ll be maudlin as we probably should be, it’s a one year anniversary, and then we’ll scatter ashes… into the sea… which [...]

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Ashes, Ashes, They All Fall Down

Delivered within 72 hours of each other: my dog’s ashes and my mom’s ashes.
I’m trying not to think about it, but it creeps in every once in awhile.  The whole process seems labored, heavy (like the box my mom came in) and filled with people talking to you carefully.
I was miserable yesterday afternoon.  We are [...]

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Mother’s Day

This holiday sucks.
It just does.

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Five Things You Don’t Know About Your Friend With A Dying Parent

1. They are dealing with crap.  And not the kind of crap that is ephemeral.  I mean, poop.  They are dealing with poop.
2. They laugh more than you think they should.  They laugh at inappropriate things.  They laugh at appropriate things.
3. They don’t know you are thinking of them.  They don’t have any idea.  It [...]

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Though This is a Blog About Death It is Also about Moms

Which is why I think it is only right that I share this:
http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/highest-rated/
One of my favorites is:

Are You Gay?
Yeah Chris is cute. Are you gay? I’d be all over him if I was your age. But then maybe you are all over each other and you are still just friends. Or that unrequited love thing. [...]

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I’m More of A Grief Stylist, Pt. 2

From Zubronie
www.zubronie.com
I can’t watch an emotional movie either for fear of something dripping or honking
out of me. And what interests me most about this subject, how people deal with
grief differently, is how limited the range of reactions seem to be. On on the one
end, you have the super-stoic: a person who looks as [...]

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Thinking About Bunnies and Hot Dogs

Bernice Schacter, 1967, Mt. Washington

So I’ve been thinking about bunnies and hot dogs.  More specifically, how I hope that when our dog, Lulu, is euthanized next week, that she ends up in a field of bunnies who poop out hot dogs.  This would be heaven for her.  The days will be cool and sunny, the [...]

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Reader Submission

(we will post any reader submissions, either anonymously as this one is or with your information.  email us at griefproject@gmail.com)
From Anonymous:
About 10 years ago, my mom is in a bad car accident while driving in New Hampshire.
One day after the accident, it is unclear if Mom is going to live or die. We are told [...]

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I’m More Of A Grief Stylist….*

Jenny asked a good question:

What is your style of grief?  Heart in hand, or hidden behind your back?

One of the kindest things anyone did for me while my mom was dying was when the hospice nurse told Sara and me that we would have PTSD after she died.  She didn’t say it in a “you [...]

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Let it out, or not

I remember someone telling me once that our society is royally screwed when it comes to how we handle grief.  They pointed to India, I think, as an example of a society that puts it out there the way we should – the ritual wailing that too often gets beamed into our homes via satellite. 
As [...]

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