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When parents are gone, so are the prime archivists of your life. "My father watched my first steps," says psychologist Alexander Levy, author of The Orphaned Adult: Understanding and Coping with Grief and Change After the Death of Our Parents. "He paced the floor the first time I took the car out at night." The role parents play is beyond measure--and even reason. "Even people who've murdered a parent go through this debilitating and confusing kind of loss," says Levy, who has observed interviews with young killers...
...swirl of emotions that stem from losing both parents is typically negotiated through a tremendous channel of grief, which friends and family--even the adult orphans themselves--sometimes greet with limited tolerance. "This is a quick-fix society," says John DeBerry, bereavement coordinator for the Palliative Care and Home Hospice Program at Chicago's Northwestern Memorial Hospital. "Society says keep busy and you'll feel better...
...Prospect for Growth at the End of Life, says intolerance is institutionalized. "What are most leave policies for loss of a parent?" he asks. "Three days? In the workplace, people expect you to grieve for a week and then get on with it." DeBerry says too many people think grief is something to move past. "Grieving comes and goes just like the waves in the ocean," he explains. "Do we ever get over missing someone we love? The goal is not to get over it or recover from it but to reconcile...
...blessing of the election of 2000 may be that no one emerges from it with "a mandate," for mandates are an invitation to simple-minded zealotry. The Gingrich Republicans thought they had a mandate after the 1994 elections. They played it hard and stupid; look at the grief they quickly came...
...emotional default mode of a man who has buried good friends - Gianni Versace, Princess Diana - and lost others to AIDS. The Elton John who wrote "Daniel," with its baffled yearning, is the one who loves the blue-tinted male nudes of John Dugdale, with their Victorian grief. The somber undercurrent is plain even in Andres Serrano's vivid crimson circle in a rectangle of bright yellow, which on closer inspection turns out to be a pool of blood...