I suspect I will think about this fess a lot.

Not only did I do same, but the idea that both parties are doing it, thinking of their loved one or friend...and not talking directly..it's very poignant. (but NOT via that WA, please...that might be too hard for the other party to cope with)

It's very indicative of the loneliness of grief, especially the loss of a partner. That blank void...you can get lost in.

And yes I looked at Paul's (my friend who I lost to suicide) message a lot, trying to make sense since it was about 9 hours before he died.

No clues there.

#grief #bereavement

🤠 work (a local council) arranged to plant a memorial tree in his memory.

I requested a burgundy coloured callistemon. They selected the callistemon wildfire - ideally suited to coastal areas and flowing through 3 seasons.
I picked a location at Cotton Tree, overlooking the Maroochy River, next to a park bench located beside a bike path. They confirmed the location.

The planting was this morning. Many people from his work were there as well as all Qld based immediate family.

The tree had barely been planted before a bird was hanging off it, enjoying the nectar.

#bereavement #NativePlant #australia

Corinne Bailey Rae: ‘If you weren’t tits-out-for-the-lads, they called you middle of the road’

Her first album was a huge hit – then she faced the sudden tragedy of her husband’s early death. She describes the rupture of grief, her return to music and the harsh reality of fame as a woman in the 00s

The Guardian

1. Today was one of the hardest tasks. We brought Dad’s ashes home.

2. I’m grateful I didn’t do it alone.

3. He’ll be laid to rest beside Mom later in spring or summer — his final wish.

#Grief #Bereavement #Remembering #LifeAfterLoss #today

#SelfFess:
I was very old before I realised what it means when people tell you they're sorry when they hear you've suffered a #Bereavement.
I always assumed they were sorry about the #Death.
Turns out they're sorry for what you're going/you've gone through.

Today’s Small Moment:
In the midst of losing my dad—and my brother just four months ago—I’ve been overwhelmed by how deeply simple kindness can matter. Friends, extended family, and even people I’ve never met have been a quiet anchor in these hardest days.

Grief has also shown me who steps forward and who stays silent. That truth stings, but it’s grounding. It reminds me to lean toward the people whose compassion shines without being asked.

This photograph came from a morning when I rushed up the Blue Ridge Parkway, hoping to reach Pine Spur Overlook before sunrise (several years ago). I arrived later than I planned, yet the light that waited there still found me—quiet and steady, much like the support that has carried me through these days. It might sound corny and cliché, but it’s true.

#SmallMoments #grief #healing #bereavement #community #kindness #support #photography #Virginia #grateful

1. I felt the weight today of realizing that when I lost my dad, I didn’t just lose a parent — I lost the one person in this family who always stood quietly but firmly in my corner.
2. Grief has a way of stripping things down to the truth. It shows you who reaches out, who disappears, and who your heart can no longer lean on. That clarity hurts… but it’s also strangely grounding.
3. In the middle of all this heartbreak, I’m discovering that the people who show up — the ones who check in, who simply see me — are the ones keeping me upright. Chosen support is turning out to be a lifeline.
#threegoodthings #3goodthings #SmallMoments #grief #loss #healing #bereavement

Can confirm Kingston Upon Thames council was similarly 'deeply uncaring' when John died, more interested in getting their council tax than sorting out their terrible mortuary services.

https://www-bbc-co-uk.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cr57z0gydj8o.amp

#grief #council #bereavement #localgoverment

The crying game: what Hamnet’s grief-porn debate says about women, cinema – and enormous hawks

Hamnet and H Is for Hawk fuse themes of loss, birds and elemental female emotion. But whose fault is it if you remain dry-eyed?

The Guardian