Few celebrity deaths shocked us more than the recent tragic death of Lakers legend, Kobe Bryant. From the moment my brother texted me he had died, I was glued to news outlets, and my Twitter feed, waiting for every excruciating detail to be revealed; all of this while wishing it was just a horrible dream. It wasn’t, of course, and the nightmare grew more horrendous when it was revealed his daughter, Gianna, was on that helicopter with him. As tributes to Bryant posted to social media accounts, grief about what would have been Gianna’s celebrated Women’s National Basketball Association (WNBA) career flooded feeds as well. As news outlets continued their…
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The Birthday Call I Won’t Receive
A word of warning to all who take their mom for granted.
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Confronting My Fear Through A Client’s Grief
Tom slumped in the chair opposite mine. At 62 years old, he was toned, dressed in cycling gear, and appeared at least ten years younger; except for his face. He wore a weathered countenance the most prominent features of which were a frown and red, swollen eyes. Tears are common when I ask clients “what brings us together?”, but it was evident on that day, Tom had cried at home, on his bike, and in my foyer. When he divulged his reason for visiting me, it was even clearer he had been living the same anguished pattern for five months. He had been by crippled by grief since the Winter…
