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Quiet Tears at 3 Years

Red Tulip in Spring, My Forever Son

Quiet Tears at 3 Years Your beat of heart hersNow her own to live on,Sick pulse of acheholding death in her arms. Beth Brown, My Forever Son, If Only a Mother’s Love Could Have Saved You 3 Years of Infinite Tears You are a “survivor of suicide,” and as that unwelcomedesignation implies, your survival—your emotionalsurvival—will […]

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A Glimpse of Hope in Grief

Post author By Beth Brown
Post date March 27, 2022
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Snow-white blossoms on flowering tree in spring, My Forever Son

A Glimpse of Hope in Grief All death unsettles us, but suicide… brings with it an ache, a chaos, a darkness, and a stigma that has to be experienced to be believed. Ronald Rolheiser, “Understanding Suicide” On the Wings of Hope Some days, I lift my hands, my arms high, offering my child up to […]