This page is dedicated to the resources I have collected on death and grief. A dear kindred heart friend was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and died one year later at the age of 32, just a few months later my dad called and told me 'mom is dead.' For a long while after my mom's death I didn't really want to live. I felt broken and still do and I imagine I might feel that way till I die. Friends and family showed up with food and books, poetry, bottles of wine and jars of tea. It was hard to choose life day after day, but I did and I am glad to still be living even though every day hurts so bad. This is a collected list of resources that were helpful to me during and after the darkest days. I am currently working on a zine (a small self-published book) centered around death, but while it is in progress I wanted a place to gather these resources when folks ask what was most helpful after my mom died. Right now my zine is just a basket of my writing, articles, poems and drawings. May this page be an 'interactive basket' that you can reach into if you need to. It isn't perfect or complete, these aren't the things that are right for everyone or every situation but these are things that helped me.
*It should be noted that not all of these resources are aligned with my truest self-- they are not all wondrously aligned with all of my politics and values, however when you are in shock or stuck in a shit hole of terrible times even one phrase that shimmers for you can be helpful. I am woo and witchy so some of this stuff might be pretty 'out there' while other things are very traditional. Lastly- my mom was Jewish my dad raised Catholic but I wasn't raised with religion. However I was raised to think of 'the woods as our church' when I would ask my earth loving, social justice minded mom about religion. When my friend Ruth and then my mom, Suzann died I craved community that had rituals and a story for what happens when we die-- something to hold tight to, something to believe in or trust. Since I didn't have that it was lots of creating my own rituals, asking people questions (especially older folks) and going outside into nature or to the library. * I started organizing this page a year after my mom's sudden death. The shock has worn off and it still hurts more then anything has ever hurt but it does get easier. It sucks so bad.
*THIS PAGE IS IN THE WORKS-- SOME LINKS DON'T WORK YET*