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Forgiving myself

I remember every critical thing I've ever said to her. I hurt her feelings so many times. I know I'm not the only one who wants a do-over.

The Dreaded Birthdate Experiment

The thing about the birthdate since my son died is that it's turned into a thing. Like a real "thing." Odd. Unsettling. I don't like it.

Yarn and Tangled Thoughts

Sometimes we need to allow ourselves a break in our rhythm of liturgical prayer for a sweet memory and reminder of how beautiful life is.

On This Holy Day, We Remember Them

In memory of all the souls who have gone before us, Sacred Sorrows prayerfully and respectfully posts one of the traditional prayers of...

Crying on repeat

I had been minding my own business last week, doing the dishes, only slightly acknowledging the lump in my throat that had been working...

Water and Rocks

We grieve differently--and that is okay.

Surreal conversations

The conversations I have with others since my son Chad died can be quite surreal. I recently observed (in an out-of-body sort of way) the...

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