Symbols


by Jolene Thibedeau Boyd Going through one of my many files, I came across these notes…notes that I recall taking during an appointment with my mom’s oncologist shortly after he shared with us the scans that showed metastatic breast cancer in Mom’s liver, on her bones, and embedded within her brain. I remember how surreal …

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by Elisabeth Burgess I took this picture at an outdoor sporting event for Veterans last spring. It seemed to perfectly represent that no matter where we go there will always be 6 empty chairs. One for my stepson, Bryan One for Frank One for Ofren One for Jeremy One for Dustin One for Jameson They …

by Doug Ebbert In the mere 26 years that he spent in this world, my son Jesse was fortunate enough to find an occupation that he was passionate about. The life of a chef was a perfect fit for him. Jesse was artistic but ultimately lacked the patience needed for drawing or painting, and once …

Today we welcome our grief friend Kelly Frasier to PhotoGrief.  Kelly has been sharing photos with us on Instagram since before PhotoGrief (you can follow her @ frazkay). We love her most recent work incorporating photos into art and asked her to put together a step-by-step for our readers. This would be an awesome art journaling activity or grief …

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“The Sunday after Mom got her diagnosis, this was [the hymn] we sang in church. There’s a line in there about not fearing death. To me it felt so ridiculous. I, for one, was terrified to lose her. So I started to cry, and my voice must have wavered or something because Mom grabbed my hand hard behind the pew. I’d like to say the gesture made it easier, but instead after that we were both crying.”

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