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Thank you Katie and thank you to this man for moving so honestly and deeply inside himself.
"You don't get over love." There is nothing I've heard -- including from Katie -- that has comforted me more and helped me understand my grief at my mother's death. It's like understanding that my grief can be love and that I never have to give that up.

This is wonderful because we create each other in our minds,so if a loved one dies they are always right with you anytime you need them,beautiful words katie.

While listening to the video from the gentleman about his sister's grief over her daughter's death. I was amazed at the similar reaction family members have when someone dies.
My husband died several years ago, when my children were quite young.
My siblings after a time were quite angry about my grief. I told them they did not have to go through it and did not have to travel the same road with me and my sons.
It was as though they felt guilty watching.
At times it was like trying to swim against the current, knowing that my sons and I had to journey along a road that few in my family understood.
Yet it was like heaven and my husband were guiding me along a path that i had to travel to help my sons adjust to this knew life and to accept a change in life's direction.
Sometimes it feels like people because they witness or hear others pain they feel as though they experience it yet they have not....they are only a spectator or they are seeing from a different angle.
Heaven truly helps and guides us but we have to allow and be allowed to take the steps that lie ahead of us.

I am deeply touched about this - it goes straigth to my heart and not out of remembering some sorrow myself - more because I know it is true - it is love! and to open up for love can be so difficult sometimes - like the mind wants to prevent me or us from letting it happen - so it invents all different things in order to sabotage or cover up even the opportunity for it to be so. I am more than grateful for being able to receive this kind of work and it has started to change my life ever since I was in London at Kensington Town Hall and met Katie for the first time. There is so much happening - plenty of abundance, it is hard to take in once I start thinking about it - my solution to this is to breathe and come back into each moment - it is all so precious. Thank you all for being and being so courageous to share these deep feelings with everybody. Mariam

Thank you! I cannot tell you how important this message is -- for friends and family of bereaved -- and the bereaved themselves! Will definitely include this link in my eNews next week to our KotaPress mailing list!

Excerpt from 3q 2007 zine "A Different Kind of Parenting...a zine for parents whose children have died", Letter From The Editor (moi):

Grief brings with it, many hard lessons. Before our son died, I thought there was time. I thought it was okay to do what I “should” do now because “some day” I’d have the time to live doing what I want, what I dream. And then suddenly, with death’s arrival, the time was gone. Not only my son’s time, but time with anyone I love.

This was the big brick wall on my head saying, “Kara any of the people you love could be gone in the next moment. You could be gone.” My son’s death does not somehow exempt me now. It isn’t like my quota of death is filled. His death was, instead, the first. The lesson. The a-ha moment of realizing that this is life. Learning to fully love even in the face of, in the knowledge of, loss.

I have to laugh when agents and publishers tell me that our grief materials are not publish-worthy because there is no audience for it. As if any human being isn’t the audience. When someone tells me this kind of thing, I know they have not been touched by death. They still think they are somehow exempt. They still think they have time. I know now, that there is no other time. There is ONLY now.

In the early days of grief “NOW” is filled with pain, unbelievable confusion, exhaustion. I remember thinking, fearing, that maybe those feelings would never end. Maybe this would be my life forever. Then I began to think that maybe there could be room for something more. But there was no way that “more” could be those things of obligation, of meaningless work in a cubicle, of a pointless life of “shoulds”. The only “more” I could let in was something meaningful, something that could hold me trance like.

Art. The creation process. That could hold me trance like. As I let drawings and words drip endlessly from my fingertips, I entered the vortex of art. That weird, in-between space where the very cells of my body seemed to be shifting, healing somewhat -- not forgetting, but returning to a NOW that held more than pain.

Joseph Campbell talked about our purpose being solely to find a way to live our meditations. For me, art was the only way I could actively live my meditations. I could be whole. Fully experiencing loss and love both. This is how I found my way.

Your path will be different, but I know you, too, will find your way.