“Grief is not just a series of events, stages, or timelines. Our society places enormous pressure on us to get over loss, to get through grief. But how long do you grieve for a husband of fifty years, a teenager killed in a car accident, a four-year-old child: a year? Five years? Forever? The loss happens in time, in fact in a moment, but its aftermath lasts a lifetime.” YearsChildrenLongMomentsFactsHappensLastsLossGriefForeverFiveFourStageCarEventsHusbandPressureSeriesLifetimeAccidentsEnormousTeenagerGrievingFive YearsFiftyOur SocietyFour YearsGet OverAftermathCar AccidentTimelines Author:Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
“In that time and by God's will there died my mother, who was a great hindrance unto me in following the way of God; my husband died likewise, and in a short time there also died all my children. And because I had commenced to follow the aforesaid way and had prayed God that He would rid me of them, I had great consolation of their deaths, albeit I did also feel some grief.” WayFeelsChildrenMotherGriefFamilyHusbandDiedFollowingGods WillMy ChildrenMy HusbandConsolationShort TimeHindrance Book:The Book of Divine Consolation of the Blessed Angela of Foligno Source: The Book of Divine Consolation of the Blessed Angela of Foligno
“There's a lot that I haven't put up there since my husband passed away because then it would be grief everyday. I have to fight within myself at times and ask, 'how do I go through the grief and find a light, even a glimmer of it?'” LightWould BeFightingAsksGriefHavensHusbandEverydayMy HusbandPassed Away Author:Iman Abdulmajid
“My worst year. The only thing that I know for a fact now is that if it's really a bad day, then I draw the curtains, and I lay in bed. There is no way of dealing with grief. And I have no idea. This year I had double of them, my mother and my husband. I just take it one day at a time.” IfsKnowsWayYearsIdeasFactsMotherGriefWorstOne DayBedHusbandDrawsLaysNo IdeaMy HusbandCurtainsBad DayOne Day At A TimeTake It One Day At A Time Author:Iman Abdulmajid
“There is no fullness of joy in the next life without a family unit, including a husband, a wife, and posterity. Further, men are that they might have joy. In the eternal perspective, same-gender activity will only bring sorrow and grief and the loss of eternal opportunities.” MenMightJoyNextOpportunityLossGriefWifePerspectiveSorrowActivityHusbandEternalIncludingGenderUnitsFullnessPosterityNext LifeFamily Unit Author:Dallin H. Oaks
“One thing I did have under my belt was, my mother lost her mother when she was 11. She mourned her mother her whole life and made my grandmother seem present even though I never met her. I couldn't imagine how my mom could go on but she did, she took care of us, she worked two jobs and had four children. She was such a good example of how to conduct oneself in a time of grief. When I lost my husband, I tried to model myself as much as I could on her.” ChildrenMadeTwoWholeSeemsCareJobsMotherLostGriefFourImagineOne ThingExampleMomGoes OnMetsHusbandModelsOur ChildrenOneselfMy MomWhole LifeGrandmotherMy HusbandMy GrandmotherBeltsGood ExamplesTwo Jobs Author:Patti Smith
“After my husband, Dave, died, I called my friend Adam, a psychologist who studies how people find meaning in our lives, and I asked him what, if anything, I could do to help myself and my kids get through this. We started talking about resilience, then reading about it, then talking to other people who had gotten through grief and other huge challenges. In time, those conversations and that research helped me heal.” PeopleHelpingKidsReadingChallengesGriefStudyHusbandResilienceHealWhat IfMy HusbandFind MePsychologist Author:Sheryl Sandberg
“When a friend of Abigail and John Adams was killed at Bunker Hill, Abigail's response was to write a letter to her husband and include these words, "My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.” WritingHeartGriefHusbandLettersResponseHillsPensBurstingLosing A Loved OneBunkersAbigailBunker Hill Author:David McCullough
“Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.” WayYearsChildrenAbleNightParentRealizingLosesHurtLossSleepLove IsGriefMorningLaughingSadnessMinesPureHusbandEdgesGhostGrievingBreakfastFadesReplacedGrandchildrenWidowsGood NightUnwaveringGreat GrandchildrenTimbre Author:Jonathan Safran Foer
“And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.” MenMindHeartMayHomeTogetherJoyDesireGriefGreaterBlessingHusbandMen And WomenGrantsFoeHarmoniousBringing Joy Book:Odyssey Source: Odyssey