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Stephanie Raffelock's avatar

I don't think that grief has an end point. I grieve my dad who died when I was twenty-eight; my mom who died twenty-five years ago; my two siblings who died in the same year, just two years ago. There will always be love and tenderness for these people, my family, in my heart, and it will be snuggled up right against the grief. It takes both love and loss to texture the heart in order to grow compassion.

I like story endings that show transformation. Grief and love are the great transformative forces. I want to see that the heroine of the story has become a better person for experiencing the grit and the grace of living.

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Claudia Schmidt's avatar

Since my own experience with breast cancer, I personally find it to be extremely difficult to process the grief I feel when a close friend dies of the disease. It's very hard for me to process. Each time I feel so torn and wonder why them and not me. I don't think there's any limit to the length of time we all suffer from grief - it comes and goes, sometimes in waves. It comes back when I hear a song we shared, or see an image of them, or just have a random rememberance of them pop up in my mind. I'm still learning how to process it while I try to also honor the spirit of the friend who's gone. It's very difficult and something I think anyone with cancer, will forever struggle with.

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