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A couple who spent years trying for a baby were overwhelmed with sadness when they were told one of their twins would be stillborn. Lyndsay and Matthe...
Well you never know what support, or lack of support, will be offered to you. You have no idea whether those around you will say helpful things or hurtful things, so as you are walking on this uncharted and terrifying path you are constantly waiting for a bomb to be detonated.
So those are my reasons. That is why I didn't tell anyone we had lost our first baby for quite some time, in fact it wasn't until we lost our third baby that we became much more open about our journey to have children.
Losing her has left behind an empty part of me. She will always occupy a space of my heart. As I write this, I find it difficult not to get emotional. She really was my best friend. She taught me how to love and that your spirit is stronger than anything the world can throw at it. I will forever be grateful to her for that. Sleep well, my friend. I will always miss you.
Why do we tweet #RIP? I follow around 300 people on Twitter, and I have seen a good 50% of my following base tweet their condolences to George Michael, links to their favourite songs, tributes and photos. It begs a difficult question - has grieving the death of a celebrity translated to an opportunity to gain Twitter standing?
I opened the box of Christmas decorations as carefully and as nervously as an archaeologist might approach a long lost haul of Anglo-Saxon treasure. This, to me, was much more precious; a collection not of gold but memories, a time capsule of the way things used to be, before.
Even if it is painful, even if my heart will be tight and heavy, I will wear my sparkling festive clothes, I will smile, and most importantly, I will do all I can to pass on the Christmas magic to my own little bundle of joy, currently growing inside me. And who knows, maybe this little angel will bring me back the magic...
Grief isn't Christmassy. Yet grief is a fundamental part of Christmas for so many people. This may be a despairing, raw grief at a recent death or a silent, lingering grief from a loss suffered long ago. I expected the first Christmas after my Dad passed away to be difficult but I didn't foresee the cauldron of conflicting emotions of the last few weeks.
A boy’s letter to his father who died has sparked an online appeal to get strangers to fulfil all his Christmas wishes. The letter was found attache...
Grief changes you. You can let it consume you or you can let it awash your world with positives. What do you choose? To remain in the shade covered i...
If i were to rate the film Magpie, I could not conceive it getting less than 5/5 stars. A truly compelling masterpiece of melancholy. The Review Th...
Philip De Ste Croix, head of future planning at Damsons shares practical and emotional advice for parents and families, who are faced with telling the...
Last year, when my husband Rob died, I sacked off Christmas. I didn't buy any presents, I didn't give a fuck about the John Lewis advert and I left the country to spend it in India. And people, I loved Christmas. The lights in Oxford Circus. Pigs in blankets, mulled wine, all the cheesy jingles Spotify can muster into a playlist. It was a time when we spent it as a family with my sister and parents, and Rob would cook Christmas day dinner. We'd fight over Strictly and Doctor Who. Our dog Daisy would clamber over all the presents believing them to be hers. I couldn't imagine celebrating it again without feeling overwhelmed by the absence of him. But this year, we've decided to spend it again as a family.
A toddler is able to remember his dad who died through two teddy bears made from his policeman uniform. Blake Snyder, from Missouri, US, died in Septe...
A Labour MP tried to hold back tears as she shared the story of her eight-year-old son’s death, in a House of Commons debate about child funeral cos...
The words ring in your ears. Everything around you slows down and blurs. The words feel heavy on your skin as they sink in. You can feel your heart beating fast and loud and your chest begins to hurt. Your eyes swim with tears. You feel a slow numbness creep up your body from your toes, until you can't feel yourself anymore. You're hot and numb.
I don't know why you have been on my mind so much lately, it's twelve and a half years since you died. Perhaps it is watching your small, wobbly granddaughter achieving her small significant steps, and hurting that you never met her or knew of her struggles. Perhaps seeing her adoration of her own doting Daddy.
A four-year-old girl whose image captured the hearts of thousands around the world has died from cancer. Jessica Whelan, from Lancashire, was diagnose...
You see, children, like adults, continue to have a relationship with the deceased. What's often not the same for young kids, though, is that they will have to fill in gaps that their memories don't offer up freely. They have to make believe.
Today, I think many of us spend much of our time in some form of mild despair; it is a tough world. But social ills can be compounded by the human experience of bereavement and the irony that in a connected world, people have scarcely been more "lonely" as we retreat into our cyber-worlds, advertising our fabulous lives for all to see.
It is over three and a half years since my husband, Dunc, aged 39, went to play football and never came home. He collapsed on the pitch and died a short time later. At 5:40pm, Dunc had kissed us all goodbye and told us that he loved us. By 6:40pm, the world for Sam, Tom and I had changed forever.
I am practically seconds away from putting up a tree. However it has actually taken a while for me to get back into the idea of Christmas since my father died and I am totally empathetic to anyone that has lost someone and is facing the daunting prospect of a nostalgic Christmas ahead. My dad used to enjoy this season so much that it is literally impossible not to think about and miss him.
Two sisters shared a photo of themselves breastfeeding their sons at their grandfather’s funeral as a symbol of them finding strength. The mums, who...
She must find a boat and sail in it. No guarantee of shore. Only a conviction that what she wanted could exist, if she dared to find it. - Jeanette W...
Going into mourning following an election might seem strange. However, it's actually quite normal. Election results can be traumatic life events for some. This is what happened when the British people voted to leave the European Union.
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