Category Archives: Grief Work

Balancing Roads, Clouds, Balls and Boxes

Posted on April 28, 2015 by Mrs. Spit

When Gabriel died, someone gave me the image of grief as a road trip. You drive for several hours, maybe you get half way and have to turn around or stop for a while. This image sort of worked, except … Continue reading →

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Still Her

Posted on November 23, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

Am I still the same? Has anything really changed? I left the house at 7 am this morning, to go to the lab. I drive in the dark and the ice, thinking about all of the times I have done … Continue reading →

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Right When

Posted on May 30, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

She asked me, my niece, during one of our long phone calls on Monday when I came into the light. It is my family’s term, but a good one. My son died, and there was darkness, and then, slowly, I … Continue reading →

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Stacking Wood

Posted on December 7, 2010 by Mrs. Spit

Perhaps the greatest problem with the hours I am working is not the fatigue or the trying to be all things to all people, it’s the lack of time I have for thought. The lack of time I give to … Continue reading →

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Voices

Posted on June 25, 2010 by Mrs. Spit

I most often read the posts on Glow and while I love them, I never know quite how to answer the questions at the end.  I don’t know what I think or I feel, only that I do. I don’t … Continue reading →

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Stuart

Posted on December 7, 2009 by Mrs. Spit

I went to the Vinyl Cafe Christmas Concert last night. I went, enjoyed myself annnnnnnd. . . . that’s not where this story starts. A few weeks ago I wrote Stuart McLean an email. Well, I went to his website … Continue reading →

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Art Glass

Posted on November 14, 2009 by Mrs. Spit

Suddenly, it is thrown to you, and you hold this grief in your own two hands, and you begin to look at it. And at first, you think it is an ornament, frail, tender, fragile, some sort of flower and … Continue reading →

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Anger and Forgiveness

Posted on September 4, 2009 by Mrs. Spit

It has taken me 18 or so months to finally forgive once dear friends their carelessness with us after Gabriel’s death. And that’s what it was, not malice or meanness, just carelessness. It was a lack of thought and foresight, … Continue reading →

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i do not know

Posted on August 6, 2009 by Mrs. Spit

I went to bed last night thinking about one blog entry, and I came awake, abruptly this morning thinking about another. Mostly, I’m thinking of what I know (very little) and what I haven’t figured out, since Gabriel’s death. I … Continue reading →

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I tell myself

Posted on July 21, 2009 by Mrs. Spit

I tell myself the same thing I tell all the new dbm’s. That it is only scary the first time. The first time it hurts so bad you think your heart will explode. The second time? Oh, it still hurts, … Continue reading →

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