grief

For Some Parents, Every Day Is Memorial Day

Posted on 05/23/2014 by |Parenting 2.0 | Comments

Home & FamilyIn World War II, families learned of a loved one killed in action by telegram. My husband’s grandfather, with two military sons, recalled watching the telegram delivery man ride his bike down the street and praying that he would not stop at his door. Today a uniformed service member delivers the notification in person. Since 2001, the families of almost 7,000 men and women have opened their front doors to that devastating news. In that instant, life changes, leaving parents, …

Finding My Path Through Grief to Healing

Posted on 04/11/2014 by |Aging, Home & Family Expert | Comments

CaregivingThe path of grief is a very individual journey — no two people grieve exactly alike. It has been six months today since my mom passed on. For me it has been a very bumpy path, complicated by continuing to care for my dad and support him in his grief as he battles Alzheimer’s disease. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, so the initial phases of grief meant swollen eyes and umpteen boxes of tissues. I am …

She Was His North Star

Posted on 04/1/2014 by |Aging, Home & Family Expert | Comments

CaregivingHis shoulders slump and his head bows as if his very life force has been suddenly drawn out of him. His face reflects the pain and confusion that his mind and heart are toiling with, struggling to grasp a wisp of reality and understand that the impossible has indeed happened. “I just can’t believe it; I can’t fathom it,” he says. “Are you telling me the truth? She’s not available anymore?” This happens every time my dad asks about my …

Losing a Partner — and Finding It Hard to Let Go

Posted on 02/10/2014 by |AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your LifeBy Joan Marans Dim My husband, Stuart, died last June after a decade-long struggle with cancer. He was 77 years old, a former journalist and public relations executive, a marathon runner, and a man beloved and respected by family and friends. In going through his belongings, I often find things that I have forgotten about, small things that taken together are not small. In the back of a drawer, I discover a poem that he wrote when we were students …

Where’s Alan? I’m in the Picture With JFK

Posted on 11/20/2013 by |AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your Lifeby Alan Moll Nov. 22, 1963 I was in a hospital bed in Bridgeport, Conn., recovering from morning surgery. Still in a stupor from the effects of the anesthesia, I heard my mother crying and then opened my eyes to see her crying, then my father with his hand gripping mine and crying as well. There was my sister with teary eyes too. My baby brother was too young to be in a hospital. A nurse who was inconsolable and shrieking aloud stood at …

The Words I Wrote the Day After JFK’s Assassination

Posted on 11/14/2013 by |AARP Blog Author | Comments

Your Lifeby Lloyd Stableford Note: I was a senior at the College of William and Mary, pursuing a political science major. The words that follow are the actual words I wrote on my Royal typewriter in my dorm room during the fateful hours. It is now thirty hours since the fatal shooting of the President of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Here, at the College of William and Mary, all is relatively quiet. The sky is still overcast, after a …