Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts

Saturday, November 4, 2023

№ 699. A Marriage Problem That Can’t Be Solved

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Friday, November 19, 2021

№ 591. “Grief is the price we pay for love.”

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Indeed, he was a proponent of talking openly about dying and grief, something that came with difficulty for many people, he said. “Death has come out of the closet,” he told The New York Times in 1994.

“For so many years people thought that if they didn’t talk about it, death would go away,” he continued. “It was the immorality of mortality. But for the first time, people are willing to acknowledge that living is the leading cause of death, and they want to talk about it.” He counseled mourners with his often-used adage “Grief is the price we pay for love.”

 

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After Rabbi Grollman retired from Beth El to focus on writing and counseling, he returned there occasionally to recite the Yizkor, a memorial prayer for the dead, and regularly addressed the congregation into his 90s.

“Obsessing about death can lead to paralysis, while ignoring it can squander opportunity,” he told The Times in 1994. “The important thing about death is the importance of life. Do what you have to do now. Live today meaningfully.”

 

Monday, April 5, 2021

№ 564. Grief, Resilience and Care


 

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Saturday, February 15, 2014

Saturday, February 8, 2014

№ 160. The Consolation of Grief

Grief is a curious beast.
He's barbed, so you know he can sting.
Also, he's quite reserved and shy.

He comes for visits.
But you have to invite him in.
You have to insist he stays a bit.

Of course, he declines, at first.
He's a little embarrassed by the invitation, 
As is his nature. But he accepts, anyway.

He thinks it's just impolite to ignore a second offer.
So you finally see him seated in your living room.
Quiet. A little out of place on your sofa. But there.

You offer him a brew of black bitterness.
He loves the aroma. It scalds the sinuses
Like the sniffles from a December smog.