Dolls, snowflakes and badges: The Third Rule of Grief Club

“I don’t know what to say” This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot in response to the questions raised by Ana’s posts and our discussions. It’s one of the most common refrains heard by the bereaved.  It’s an honest response that can sometimes land badly.  Saying it can feel weak.  An irreversable shift…

Werewolves, whirlpools and the first rule of Grief Club

I agree with a lot of what Ana wrote in her insightful guest post The Right Way to Grieve.  She writes eloquently about an issue that the bereaved know only too well. The first rule The principle of ‘there is no right way to grieve’ is the first rule of grief club.  It is a…

The Wood within the Sands

I am grateful for Ana in a lot of ways.  Her response to my blog on my difficulties understanding spiritual benefits of stillbirth was so brilliant and insightful I asked her to contribute a guest blog. This brought me back to where I had started nearly 5 years ago. When referrals to her post started…

This door is locked

This post is inspired by two WordPress daily prompts; Locked and Abandoned Locked As a die hard Silent Hill fan the word locked instantly brings to mind the familiar refrain of the game: The lock is jammed.  This door cannot be opened. The phrase serves two purposes.  One, it means not having to create time…