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I want to take a few moments, hopefully not many, to talk to all the early adopters who are giving PhotoGrief a chance.  In the long run, our hope is for the pages of this site to be authored and illustrated by people around the world dealing with grief and loss.  This may seem like …

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.

As the days grow longer and the outside becomes warmer, I am more awake and I remember them.

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.

When I look above and see the images of the clouds and when I am comforted by the sun that shines down on me, I remember them.

~Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer

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I find the ocean troubling; its endlessness frightens me. Its vast and mysterious and it makes me feel about as small as the grains of sand beneath my feet. I cannot help myself from thinking that countless others have stood before the same ocean since its waves first arrived upon the shore. Some who crossed …

I remember telling my mom you were on the way. It was a moment I’d looked forward to for a long time, but as I sat with her on the phone I felt distracted by the huge pit in my stomach. Don’t get me wrong, I was euphoric at the thought of you; it’s just …

A week at the lake.  Twenty-five cousins running wild, barefoot and always a little bit damp.  Ice cream after dinner and 4th of July fireworks once the sun has gone down.  She missed all of this, everything that she would have loved. Subscribe to PhotoGrief to receive posts straight to your email inbox

Motherly love is a story that has no end. As long as there are good mothers, there will always be children who crave their unique kind of tenderness. I will never again be on the receiving end of my mother’s motherly love, but I am now the source of my daughters. I try to fill …