The Grieving Room: No Through. Not Over. Just Stronger

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Monday June 30, 2014 · 5:01 PM PDT

2014/06/30 · 17:01

The Grieving Room: Stolen Daughter part 2

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Monday November 04, 2013 · 5:01 PM PST

2013/11/04 · 17:01

In January I wrote a diary entitled, "Just Say Her Name". I was asked by many Kos readers to write more about my daughter Kelly. It was a single car accident that took her life over six years ago. But the truth is, it wasn't that simple. Actually it was a long and messy course that brought her to that night. I am attempting to introduce Kelly through a series of diaries, clustering events in her life that stole my daughter bit by bit.
Follow if you wish beyond the orange curly cue.

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Monday August 26, 2013 · 12:59 PM PDT

2013/08/26 · 12:59

In January I wrote a diary entitled, "Just Say Her Name". I was asked by many Kos readers to write more about my daughter Kelly. It was a single car accident that took her life over six years ago. But the truth is, it wasn't that simple. Actually it was a long and messy course that brought her to that night. I am attempting to introduce Kelly through a series of diaries, clustering events in her life that stole my daughter away bit by bit.
Follow if you wish beyond the orange curly cue.

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Monday January 07, 2013 · 5:01 PM PST

2013/01/07 · 17:01

In June of 2007 my daughter, Kelly, was killed in a single car accident. She was only 21. My new normal is a very isolated place; primarily because most people can not identify with the horror of losing a child. Friends and acquaintances seem to pull away because, maybe, they feel uncomfortable. I find great comfort in being with other grieving parents. We seem to recognize that we are now from 'another place', it is surreal. What I miss, what I long for, is a conversation about Kelly. Her name is rarely spoken.

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