We use the words widow, widower, and orphan, but there is no word in our vocabulary that identifies the bereaved parent.
So I’ve coined the term willower.
will·ow·er (wĭlʹō-ər) noun
a. A bereaved parent. b. A person whose child, or children, has died. c. A person that willows, or grieves the death of their child, or children: Each willower processes grief in his or her own way, in his or her own time.
[From the words willow, a weeping tree that has come to symbolize deep mourning, and power, the strength of will to carry on—despite loss.]
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how. – Friedrich Nietzsche How Do We Go On In The Aftermath Of Pain And Traumatic Loss? The answer offered by well-known author and Holocaust survivor, Victor Frankl is consistent with positive psychology, definitions of post-traumatic growth and the nature of the human spirit to hope. He… Continue reading Finding New Meaning
A crowd gathers nightly Watching their sun’s show Applauding its brilliance Lovers, strangers, children and sages are one As the sun takes its bow Curtains of sea and sky close the performance Separating now into quiet darkness They hold on to their sun’s beauty Memorizing it with hope
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Read more about the Readjustment Model of Parental Bereavement.
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With the passage of time, we change. For better or worse. And we learn to cope. Though each of us copes and grieves and changes in our own way, in our own time.
As the days turn into years we learn to push away the painful memories so we can function, and breathe, and walk, and drive…
Writing our stories as we go, revising them, deleting, then rewriting again.
From With time, and lemons, we learn to change, posted March 21, 2013
The weeping willow symbolizes beauty and melancholy and has long been associated with death and grief. The willow, tree of tears, tree of enchantment, intuition and dreams, tree of life, muse to poets and artists, rich in folklore and mythology, is a mysterious tree. With its flexible branches it inspires us to move with life’s experiences, rather… Continue reading Weeping willow
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“What is most important is not the cause or type of grief, but how you feel, the changes you make along the way, and how you choose to live afterwards..” – Sameet Kumar, Grieving Mindfully
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Everything must change Nothing stays the same Everyone must change Nothing stays the same The young become the old Mysteries do unfold ‘Cause that’s the way of time Nothing and no one goes unchanged There are not many things in life You can be sure of Except rain comes from the clouds And sun lights… Continue reading With time, and lemons, we learn to change