Recap of The Compassionate Friends 35th National/5th International Conference

Boy, oh boy, it has been a busy week for yours  truly. Mom and I landed late Sunday night, and didn’t get back home until 2:00AM Monday morning. From there, it has been a constant race to try to make up lost time at work, as well as trying to prepare for my vacation next week with my Lobster. However, on this rainy Sunday, I am committing myself to recapping my recent trip to The Compassionate Friends 35th National/5th International Conference in Costa Mesa, California.

Update: I’ve been working on this post Sunday, Monday and now even on Tuesday

Five Stages of Grief and Me

It seems like this is a topic I should have reflected on long ago, but none-the-less, I want to share with you my experiences through the five stages of grief. There are some schools of thought that say there are seven stages of grief, but I better identify with the five. Mind you, different doctors and psychologists may differ on what each stage is called, how many stages there are, and many other factors. The important thing to remember is that grief is a journey with some-what defined stages. How many and what those stages are, are as unique as each person that grief effects.

11 Months | 100th Post

No matter how much I beg or plead, the 17th of every months still rolls around. Today, although I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, marks the 11th month Anniversary of Jennifer’s passing. (Wow-even typing it out seems surreal.) As I sit here quietly thinking of what to say, I can feel the weight just pushing down on my shoulders, and it becoming increasingly more difficult to take a deep breath.

(Pause for coffee sips and to collect my thoughts)

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I feel like I don’t talk enough about how I am feeling. I focus on things that have happened, and how I react to them, but on such a basic level. I don’t talk enough about how I am really feeling, or what bothers me the most.

I did a quick Google search, and found these questions one should ask him/herself, to better understand their grief. I felt it would be interesting to see what I have to say (Gosh, I sound like a dork).