When my mother died last month, I wasn’t sure what I might do to help my ten-year-old son. I made the choice not to hide my grief. I could see Zed struggling with ways to comfort me. Extra hugs. Extra I love you’s. Three days after her death, we went to visit my father in Oregon and Zed saw for himself that she was gone. His grief was intense, his tears coming as he lay alone in the quiet of his bed. My father was a comfort to him, helping him experience his emotions and then finding a way to rest his tears for another day. I write about the impact of that experience in my My Boy’s Grief. [Read more...]

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