By Jack Canfield
Readers mourning the lack of a friend will locate solace and power in those a hundred and one emotional and suggestion tales from those that have passed through the grieving method. Chicken Soup for the Soul: Grieving and Recovery may also help readers in this tricky time.
Everyone grieves of their personal method. whereas the harm and unhappiness by no means thoroughly fade, it eases with time. members who've undergone the grieving and restoration approach percentage their tales, delivering advice and help during this choice of own and poignant tales. With its tales of regaining energy, appreciating existence, coping, and religion, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Grieving and Recovery will ease the adventure to therapeutic.
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She found it just after we moved 3,000 miles away from everything we knew, after she left my stepfather. It was the first beautiful thing she bought for our new home without the fear that it would be smashed to pieces. On rough nights, when she was down or lonely or frightened, she would light her lamp and sit for hours until she could sleep. Through the long, fearful nights at the height of a miserable divorce, she’d sit there until the sun came up, fear beating out her exhaustion. When she first found the two marble-sized lumps on her back, Mom found her comfort in the lights that danced untouchable behind glass, lights that would shine forever if she fed them.
My feet propped on a stool, I breathed in the crisp, clean air and savored the taste of home-squeezed lemonade. My eyes fixed on a cocoon attached to the bottom side of a green clematis leaf winding around the trellis. Silky threads quivered, split apart. Brilliant yellow and black wings emerged, and the butterfly wriggled its way out of its safe place. Defying predators and collectors with nets, it dared to soar through open fields and sip sweet nectar from nature’s bounty, spreading its majestic wings, golden pennants glistening in the sun.
We talked a little, but mostly I just held her hand. I knew that her philosophy embraced a broad understanding of energy, but I could tell how hard the process was. When she left, I was relieved as much as I grieved. She is still in my heart—and in my files. Our joint work, both published and unpublished, is a connection between our worlds. When I think of her, I am grateful for our years together. I never suspected when we met that our relationship would be so profound. But then, do we ever know where life takes us and who will share the journey?