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“To heal in grief is to integrate your grief into your self and to learn to continue your changed life with fullness and meaning. Experiencing a new and changed ’wholeness’ requires that you engage in the work of mourning. Healing doesn’t just happen. And, contrary to what we sometimes believe, time alone does not heal all wounds. Mourning, which requires a time of convalescence…a very slow, gradual return to health after an injury, heals all wounds. Healing is a holistic concept that embraces the physical, cognitive, emotional, social, and spiritual realms. Note that healing is not the same as curing, which is a medical term that means ’remedying’ or ’correcting.’ You cannot remedy your grief, but you can reconcile it. You cannot correct your grief, but you can heal it.”

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