Death of A Loved One

Creating Mother’s Day Traditions as a member of the Dead Mom Club

About a week after Easter this year, I noticed I was starting to feel off. My sleep wasn’t as restful, experiencing tension in my body, at times I was getting irritated with the simplest things. Then while streaming an episode of television, 4 ads back to back all talking about Mother’s Day. Then came the…

Cheryl B – My story

Cheryl discusses her husbands mental illness and then death from a heart attack

The Reflection Room® project: How storytelling supports processing grief

The Reflection Room project is an evidence-based participatory art installation that was developed by researchers at the SE Research Centre and Memorial University in 2016. The project included a research component that evaluated the impact of Reflection Rooms as the project adapted over time to address changing needs.

Kate – Trust and listening

Kate – explains how having someone you trust is super important so that you can have a space space to go to

Katie – My Story

Katie shares about her story and losing her Dad to cancer during COVID

Shannon – Guilt vs Shame

Shannon talks about guilt can be a part of the grieving process but shame has to do with “is there something wrong with me”

Lisa – Music and a safe space

Lisa explains how music has been a safe space for her to feel all of the emotions that have come up since she lost her Dad

Bryan – Trauma

Bryan discusses trauma anxiety, support and the loss of his father to gun violence

Sam – Men in grief

Sam who lost his father, uncle and cousin talks about men and grief

John – What I have learned

John explains how he has changed since his wife died and now looking back what he would say to his self right after his loss

Rebecca -Absurdity

Rebecca talks about the death of her father and how things can seem real unreal, absurd when in grief

Finding Joy During the Holidays After Loss When Everything Feels Awful: A message of hope.

My mother died in the middle of the night on January 1, four days before I turned sixteen. I don’t remember much about Christmas the couple weeks before she died, just that we spent a lot of that season in the ICU of the hospital where my mother had birthed my brother and I. For…