Single Days & Seasons: Reflections on Grief Anniversaries
In 1983, I received life-changing news while in college. My youngest brother, David, was in a coma after an accident. As I mark 40 years since his passing, I reflect on how his loss shaped me and how I cope with memories of my loved ones. Join me as I share my journey of grief and remembrance.
Navigating grief, growth, and 40-year high school reunions
It’s been a while since I wrote, and 2023 is a year of memories for me. This marks 40 years since I graduated high school and also since I lost my brother, David. Reflecting on these significant anniversaries brings up emotions and memories that still shape my life today.
New York, New Art, Same Aunt Jen
After losing my brother David, I grieved the relationship we'd never have and the chance to be an aunt. But through my friendships, I've embraced a new role as Aunt Jen. None of my "nieces" are blood-related, yet they mean the world to me, reminding me that family can be chosen.
Deconstructing the saying "time heals"
Losing my brother David in 1983 was a profound loss that changed my life. I always thought “time heals,” but I've learned that grief doesn’t disappear. It evolves. My love and memories of David remain, a constant in a world that keeps moving. Grieving is a testament to love, not a sign of weakness.