In Part 1 I explained why Baby Boomers, now in our 60s and caring for parents in their 80s and 90s, are going to change the way we think about end of ...
At the beginning of every year, there are a lot of "how to get happy" tips floating around and this January's no different. While these ideas (some familiar, some new -- at least to me) are fabulous, there's one thing to keep in mind: If you're clinically depressed, none of this will do the trick.
David Bowie's death at 69 surprised the world in part because of the privacy maintained around his illness, but also because we expect our heroes to live forever. Every type of loss has its own sting.
One of the biggest and most important legacies that our loved ones leave behind is the grief we feel in our hearts. Grief is praise. We must honor these loved ones by allowing our grief to be expressed out loud. Through this process, a person can find tremendous healing. The gaping hole can be filled again.
Not a Rock and Roll Suicide but a victim of liver cancer, he died too soon. So Where Are We Now? Although Bowie didn't live to see his Golden Years, Let's Dance and celebrate his life and the musical memories that he left behind.
It is a strange thing to react to the news of the death of someone I never knew with the sorrow of someone I loved personally. Yet this surprisingly insistent emptiness is one felt by the millions mourning David Bowie.
I think of his family today, mourning someone they knew and loved while a world of strangers feels their own grief for whichever incarnation of David Bowie spoke to them.
My siblings and I were paralyzed with grief. But William wasn't. He lived. He celebrated. And I thought he was pure ridiculousness. I was incredibly disappointed in him. And angry with him. And I was wrong.
I not only didn't have to follow a template or measurement of my brain's responses in comparison to the people (Muggles) around me, I also got to satisfy the child-like part of myself that was raised to believe that parentless people (or kids with serious PTSD) could be heroic.
Last year, USA Today, took a survey on spirituality. They asked whether or not people believed in an afterlife. "Of those surveyed, 55 percent said ...
Baby boomers have spent more than half a century revolutionizing the way we live. Now it is time for us to revolutionize the way we die. We came of ...
Death. It is the unfortunate part of life. It's the natural progression that marks our last breath, our final tears. We don't like to think about it, this permanent elephant that has stomped its way into the room. As we grow older, so too shall the people we love, the ones we hold dear to our hearts.
Over a year has passed, and I am still grappling with the finality of my mother's death. Questions bounce around in my head: How did the life of such an amazing person burn out like that? Why did she want to fade away?
Of course as time goes on, life moves forward. You never forget. And you'll never be the same. How could you be? There are some things in life that are so big and so profound that we can't experience them without being changed. Here are some of the lessons I've learned and the ways I've changed:
The new year approaches. It's a wonderful time to examine our lives, discover what's working best for us, look to create new opportunities, enjoy our bounty, find or keep great love, see someone from another person's viewpoint, live in the moment and most importantly be grateful for all that we have.
After a few weeks of grieving I'm so tired of my head, riding the roller-coaster of loss again and again. I crash, then come up to refocus my attention on living again; read a book with my son, do some coloring, punch the bag at the gym, work out dinner... get through the days on a micro-level, nerve by nerve.