"Mom, staying in bed is dangerous too. I'd rather take some risks than die of depression. At least if I die on the river I will have lived."

I still miss Michael and grieve his loss. I don't think this ever leaves us. Yet, I did find meaning.

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.

Sometimes the many who grieve alone come to mind. The thought of accompanying others enkindles a fire of love that draws me out of myself.

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? In my unfathomable grief, your depth calls to the depth of my soul. I’m supposed to hope in...

In memory of all the souls who have gone before us, Sacred Sorrows prayerfully recognizes a traditional prayer of the High Holy Days.