Returning to the Workplace After a Loss

Following the loss of a loved one, returning to the workplace can be an intimidating experience. However, for most the return to work will prove to be beneficial as it provides structure for a daily routine and a place to go each day. Unfortunately, the timing of the return to work is most likely dictated by bereavement leave policies, income requirements and the fear of losing a job rather than the griever’s readiness to return to Read More …

Clichés of Grief – fumbling how and what to say

This is probably the most overwhelming part for a supporter. Are there really any words to share with someone who is suffering from the loss of a loved one? Of course we can come up with what we think are comforting words, but the majority of us fumble on what to say and how to embrace a friend or family member who is in pain. Why is it so hard? Because the person you are Read More …

Workplace Memorials

Just as we have a yearning to remain close to our loved ones when they pass away, we have the same desire to remain connected to deceased co-workers with whom we have spent significant time collaborating and sharing professional goals. While they are no longer physically present, our colleagues’ contributions to our lives will always remain in our minds and hearts. Building an office memorial for a co-worker can be an effective tool to help Read More …

The Connection Remains Forever

What should I do with all the family photographs? How can I share my father’s legacy with my children and grandchildren? How do I remain connected with my mom after her passing? Where can I go besides the cemetery to spend time with my sister? Creating a memorial honoring your loved one is a great way to keep their spirit alive, giving your yearnings for a connection an outlet and allowing friends and family to Read More …

It Takes a Village: Transcending Fatherhood

Written by Gretchen Kodanaz The first time my adoptive father, Taner, tried to teach me a lesson was over some green peppers that had made their way into a pile on the side of my plate. I was five years old with classically frustrating picky-eater syndrome and I didn’t want those green peppers. But being the new father figure in the previously single parent household, Taner was set on proving a point: I was not Read More …