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Daily Question, March 21

What has helped me in times of grief?

  • Patricia

    Taking just one day by one day…. remembering the good… trusting in God’s circle of care for me and for what or who has passed and gone. Believing that the “passed and gone” still are present in God’s circle of caring…

  • sunnypatti
    I can't help but think of my Papaw. My dad's dad. This man took me like my dad did and treated me like I was his 'blood' family from the very beginning. When I was a kid, my mom's dad was a grumpy man, and while I still loved him, it was so nice to get a grandpa who was jolly and fun more often than not. Anyhow, when I was a sophomore in college, he got lung cancer. I hated seeing him wither, although we got to witness a miracle with him. He had walked with a cane since WWII, and I remember when...

    I can’t help but think of my Papaw. My dad’s dad. This man took me like my dad did and treated me like I was his ‘blood’ family from the very beginning. When I was a kid, my mom’s dad was a grumpy man, and while I still loved him, it was so nice to get a grandpa who was jolly and fun more often than not. Anyhow, when I was a sophomore in college, he got lung cancer. I hated seeing him wither, although we got to witness a miracle with him. He had walked with a cane since WWII, and I remember when his cancer treatments were over and we went to their house to see him, he walked out of the bedroom with no cane! He died a few days later, and I could not get over it. I cried day and night for maybe a few weeks. Then he came to me in a dream one night – rode a bicycle right up to our front porch, where I was sitting and crying. He told me that I could stop crying, that he was fine, and then he peddled away. I woke up with a sense of relief, and quit crying every day! That was the biggest help for my grief that I’ve ever experienced. These days I lean on God, family, and a few close friends. I cry when I need to, letting my emotions flow as necessary.

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    • Ed Schulte
      Thanks for sharing this wonderful experience of yours.. It is proof that what the Western education/ conditioning calls "dreams" when refer to Nightly journeys into the Psychical realm......is NOT AT ALL a fantasy of imagination. The description of your jolly Papaw as a being in his physical body, matching with his BE-ing in his Psychical "body" meaning in one of the "Seven Heavens" matching his personality's development. ( only the latter was younger and in much more light and healt...

      Thanks for sharing this wonderful experience of yours..

      It is proof that what the Western education/ conditioning calls “dreams” when refer to Nightly journeys into the Psychical realm……is NOT AT ALL a fantasy of imagination.

      The description of your jolly Papaw as a being in his physical body, matching with his BE-ing in his Psychical “body” meaning in one of the “Seven Heavens” matching his personality’s development. ( only the latter was younger and in much more light and health I am sure of that )

      so it is a perfect example for every Human being to see and understand what was aid …”what you sow , so shall you reap”

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    • Holly in Ohio

      Wow, Sunnypatti,

      I similarly had a dream a few months after my sister died. It came with great relief. Thank you for sharing.

  • devy

    Letting my feelings out by talking to family and friends. Grief is experiencing a loss . It is important to go through the various steps, to have faith in a higher being, to be self compassionate and accept others help

  • EJP

    Faith and love.

  • Christine
    I am in the middle of a grieving process. My husband died in 2019 from a braintumor. What helps me the most, is thinking about how much we loved each other. This love has never died, is still with me. He has asked me if I wanted to take good care of myself, and he had no doubt that I could. I walk in nature, take healthy food, go to sleep on time, I think a lot of good memories and count my blessings. I am blessed with loving friends. I cry a lot, but I feel also comfort in warm tears. I have w...

    I am in the middle of a grieving process. My husband died in 2019 from a braintumor. What helps me the most, is thinking about how much we loved each other. This love has never died, is still with me. He has asked me if I wanted to take good care of myself, and he had no doubt that I could. I walk in nature, take healthy food, go to sleep on time, I think a lot of good memories and count my blessings. I am blessed with loving friends. I cry a lot, but I feel also comfort in warm tears. I have written a poem/prayer that arose from mourning and came out of my heart. It was just a moment, I was in a forest, that I felt oness with all around me.

    God, I love you so dearly,
    Your gifts so precious to me,
    It is with great, great gratitude,
    That I bow and praise to Thee.

    You gave me a road to travel,
    You gave me a song to sing,
    My soul, my soul so happy,
    For all the love and joy you bring.

    Now Love is my companion,
    Your Light is guiding me,
    You show me your face in nature,
    There is only beauty I see.

    When I am having a hard time, I think about the sentence in this poem: You gave me a road to travel. This road is a gift from God. My unique given road. I have gained the strenght for this journey. Everey road has hills and valleys. .
    So, in times of grief the comfort comes from my husbands love and from my own heart.

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  • Pilgrim

    Family & friends. Allowing the feelings. Walking in nature. Music. Good memories. Time.

  • Antoinette
    My practice of coming home to whatever is arising in the here and now trusting life has helped me in times of grief. Friends, family, and even so called strangers have helped me in times of grief and suffering of different kinds. But now I’m learning most of all to open up and to become curious to whatever is happening helps to sort of create a space of breathing room to relax rather than tighten up. This is not of course always easy to do at all because my go to when things become uncomfort...

    My practice of coming home to whatever is arising in the here and now trusting life has helped me in times of grief. Friends, family, and even so called strangers have helped me in times of grief and suffering of different kinds. But now I’m learning most of all to open up and to become curious to whatever is happening helps to sort of create a space of breathing room to relax rather than tighten up. This is not of course always easy to do at all because my go to when things become uncomfortable is to flee. So learning to stop and slow down to take three full rounds of breath can sometimes feel almost impossible but when I do it I’m noticing how it changes the Lens in which I view things. This seems to be an ongoing process but it’s a process of opening up and becoming flexible.
    It takes courage to stay when things feel so sticky and fearful. I pray for all of us to have the courage to open up and love each other now more than ever. We need each other . We are one big family. We are connected to each other and none of us are alone .

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  • Howie Geib
    I pay very close attention to everything. My observation skills come in handy, and I notice things. Little things. Seeing how, despite thinking it can't possibly, life really is carrying on. I am deliberate in my actions, certainly my breaths and also no sudden movements. I wait, for the intense feelings of grief in my experience come in surges. I let it roll in like a wave, not a breaker crashing into everything, more like a gentle swell that comes in and goes over everything and then slowly go...

    I pay very close attention to everything. My observation skills come in handy, and I notice things. Little things. Seeing how, despite thinking it can’t possibly, life really is carrying on. I am deliberate in my actions, certainly my breaths and also no sudden movements. I wait, for the intense feelings of grief in my experience come in surges. I let it roll in like a wave, not a breaker crashing into everything, more like a gentle swell that comes in and goes over everything and then slowly goes out, each time carrying a little bit more of that for which I am grieving away into the sea of time. As I am able I figuratively hold hands with those who I grieve with.

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  • Kevin

    My family and my faith have helped me in times of grief.

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