Walking in town today, I looked at the wonderful shades of the trees and thought how nature has this fabulous way of defining moods, defining life, defining change….through shades.
Grief should be based on fact in a way. It is based on a factual happening – that person you love has died. Yet, grief is not matter of fact, grief is not an exact science….grief is all the shades of autumn.
Bereavement and that sense of loss stirs emotions which are on a full spectrum of pain, and those leaves I looked at today almost reflected the rainbow of grief.

The vibrant reds …read more

Grief manages to sap all the energy, it can change a positive person to a depressive person – I should know! But I always think of a letter sent by a great friend who wrote
“You have two choices. You can give up and let people remember you as someone who gave up, who let life slip through their fingers, someone who didn’t think enough of their friends and family to dig deep and stay around to enjoy life together in the future!
Or you can fight, you can find that inner strength to come through the sense of loss. You can …read more

Failure is an emotive word and one thing that has been difficult to overcome – that feeling that I have failed in some way. Grief left me thinking that no matter what I did then I would fail, that it would be better to shy away from life then to go out and fail again.
It is strange as I don’t see losing your loved one as failure, however I think it shakes your self confidence. I think you start to doubt everything around you….when you step back that is the wrong thing to do.

Success is having loved and been loved
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I received a wonderful email from one of the Widows Quest readers who has written this poem about her grief – she would love to turn it into a song so she is starting to learn the piano to put it to music. I love sharing our thoughts so if you have something you want to share then email me at anna@b5media.com.
For Michael
My baby died last Thursday.
I don’t know what to do
My heart is lost and lonely
It doesn’t have a clue.
Oh, where are you baby?
Are you missing me, too?
Are you lost inside my dreams now
With my memories and blues?
I look …read more