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    The way we grieve now

    Patrick Swayze and wife Lisa Niemi in 2005 (Photo by Mark Mainz/Getty Images for AFI) Patrick Swayze and wife Lisa Niemi in 2005 (Photo by Mark Mainz/Getty Images for AFI) Boarding a flight, Lisa Niemi pulled out her phone and texted "I love you" to her husband. It was a sentiment she'd often shared with her partner of 34 years, actor Patrick Swayze. And even though he'd lost his battle to pancreatic cancer a year ago this week, she wasn't ready to give it up. "Either somewhere out there he received [the message], or someone's going, 'Somebody loves me!' And you know what? I figured it was a win-win situation," revealed Niemi in an interview with People Magazine.

    While sending text messages to a deceased loved one may not seem like a standard part of the mourning process, there's no guidebook for grief.

    "I have a client who never turned off her husband's cell phone after he died. She takes comfort in calling his voice mail to hear him speak," says Claire Bidwell Smith, M.A., L.P.C., a hospice and bereavement specialist. "Rituals and routines like that are actually healthy in confronting your emotions and can hold a person in a secure place for longer."

    [Related: 'Dirty Dancing' co-star takes inspiration from Swayze]

    Actress Michelle Williams echoed the sentiment in the months after Heath Ledger's death. "I wish we had rituals about grief," she said in an interview with Vogue. "I wish it were still the Victorian times, and we could go from black to gray to mauve to pink, and have rings with hair in them."

    Instead, Williams found some solace in her upstate New York garden. "[A friend] got me gardening in the spring, and that's when it started to turn around...I remember being on my hands and knees. The ground was cold and muddy. I pushed back the dead leaves and saw the bright green shoots of spring. Under all this decay something was growing," she said. "Caring for the garden reminded me to care for myself."

    That was something Williams had neglected to do in the weeks after Ledger's fatal overdose, "I was severely accident-prone...I fell downstairs, broke a toe, put my fingers in a blender," she confided. "I was holding it together by a string and a paper clip...I didn't know if I could keep it all together."

    Jennifer Hudson described a similar fugue state after the grave murder of her mother, brother and nephew in 2008. "It's all a blur, it was surreal," Hudson explained in a VH1 interview. "It was like I was outside of myself." To cope, she took to routine prayers. "I prayed when I'd get up in the morning and prayed before I laid down at night."

    For Gwyneth Paltrow her own hair became a way of coping with the loss of her father in 2002.

    "When my dad died I didn't want to cut it off. I think it was because it was the hair he knew," she divulged in a 2008 press interview. "One day I was on a shoot and I just suddenly said, 'I need to cut it now.' It was almost as if it was part of the grieving process. I just had to let something go." Her impulse decision took six years to make.

    Part of the struggle comes from the fact that there's no time-line for the pain. Secret habits and rituals born out of loss can carry over for decades, even to the point where it becomes second nature.

    "After a while you worry that the pain will pass and you'll stop missing them, so you keep these connections," says hospice and bereavement specialist Smith.

    Smith's familiarity with the process is more than clinical. When her mother, a talented chef, passed away, the Chicago native taught herself to tackle her mother's recipes.

    "Cooking was a big part of her physical presence so when she was gone, so were the wonderful smells that reminded me of her. It was like losing one of my senses," says Smith who now features her mother's dishes on her blog.

    Brooke Berman, author of the new memoir "No Place Like Home," found similar solace through her mother's passion for clothes. "She kept everything in remarkable condition -- sweaters in sweater bags, shoes in boxes, jewelry tucked away in Tiffany's boxes." After her death, Berman spent a year dressed in her mother's belongings. "I had a pair of her sunglasses adapted with my prescription lenses. I wore her socks every day. I wore scarves and gloves, to keep warm that winter. I'd tell myself it was my mom keeping me warm. It completed my relationship with her, or possibly continued it."

    In the wake of Brittany Murphy's death, her grieving mother, Sharon, admitted to sleeping in her daughter's marital bed every night, beside Murphy's widower, Simon Monjack. The unconventional arrangement may have seemed bizarre, but it wasn't all that different from Berman inhabiting her mother's wardrobe.

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    Unfortunately, these cathartic gestures are often partnered with shame. On one online grief forum, members anonymously share their unusual habits: buying annual Christmas presents for a deceased father, doing word puzzles once relished by a mother, calling non-working numbers just to go through the motions of contacting a lost friend. All members then pose the same question: "Is this normal?"

    But nothing is normal in grief and no two mourners are the same. Some people find it helpful to broadcast their memories to a wide audience. YouTube is flooded with memorial montages. Even Angelina Jolie and her brother, James Haven, created a web video tribute of their mother three years after her death. Others would rather pay tribute in private. Kelly Preston, who planned to participate in a recent panel discussion on grief, canceled at the last minute, releasing the statement: "I am still deeply in the process of healing, and it's just too soon."

    There is no uniform approach to loss. "The only thing that's common is the feeling you're losing your mind," says Smith. "But once you share your coping rituals, however odd they may feel, you'll find you're not alone and not crazy at all. Then, you can start moving forward."

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    1,135 comments

    • Alexis  •  1 year 2 months ago
      My Mom of 84 died two years ago. She was my greatest joy in life. We did everything together and loved each other unconditionally. We laughed every day, cried together, shared a love of life and
      enjoyed each others company. We were the greatest of friends, and the best of Mother and daughter. We did everything together from food shopping, library weekly visits sharing the same love of books, to buying make up together. She had a beauitful outlook on life that was full of love, joy and respect for everyone and all life. Her being gone, I did not think I would survive. She was healthy and then gone within 46 days. I cared for her at her home so she was able to die at home. It was profoundly moving and changed me forever. I nursed her through horrific cancer symptoms. Being a primary caretaker of a beloved loved one is the hardest job I have ever done. In many ways it destroyed who I was befoer and left a empty shell. After she died I felt empty, void of feeling and cried constantly for months. I read her Eulogy at her memorial which I wrote. It was 13 pages long, and still today people that heard it tell me it was as if she was there with me. She raised me after my Dad died in 1967 of a heart attack. She brought me the greatest joy and security I will even know. I just started sleeping again after 2 years and the tears finally dried up. I tell her I love her every day. I am still stumbling through trying to find myself without her. Someday soon, I will make her proud again. I wear her jewelry every day and took part of her remains to my Dads crypt, where after 42 years they were reunited in death. A simple gesture she wanted as one last wish. Hers was not the first death, that was my Dad when I was 8 years old. Followed by one death in our family every year for 8 years. It became clear to us that grief was a burden we must bear early on, so knowing grief so well, I knew I must survive when she passed. She was my example and always will be. At the same time she was dying, my brother had colon cancer, and his wife, my sister in law had stage 3 breast with a double mass surgery. It was a terrible time. I was the only one that had to care for my Mothers death and the packing afterward of her things. I handled all her affairs while grieving alone with no support from family. I suffer some panic attacks, and lost my self esteem, but its slowly rebuilding. I also had to care for my mentally challenged brother, and get him through her death and teach him how to live on his own. I am proud he is doing well. I am so proud of my Mom and the outstanding example she was to her children. That love gets me through each day. Even though I am now completly alone in life, I know she always loved me and that I mattered. She knew she was foremost in my life and I in hers. No one can take that away from you. We will always know our loved ones loved us so. That love endures after they are gone. Its in who we are and how we conduct ourselves through life. And in how we remember them each day. Its in the love we carry in our hearts. I miss her so every moment of each day. Death is part of life. We must accept it and carry on in some fashion, even though irreservably changed for the rest of our lives.
    • TN_Mntn_Man  •  1 year 8 months ago
      My grandmother helped raise me (single working mom) and was a 'second mom' to me. I lost her just over five years ago, right as we were moving 'back home' to be closer to her and the family.... Her number is still programmed into my cell phone even after changing phones twice since... I don't call the number since I'm sure someone else has it by now, but just seeing 'granny' in my list as I flip through from time to time is a sweet reminder of a dear lady that I miss greatly. I thought I was just being odd about it, but appreciate the article and comments from others - our loved ones live on in our hearts....
    • Pamela  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I lost my husband of 17 years to cancer 5 weeks and 1 day ago.I cant imagine the hole in my heart will ever mend.He was everything to me.Im back at work now,but I have no reason to rush home anymore.I sleep with his urn in my bed every night.I take him every where with me.I pray everynight that I will be with him again.I tell him I love him every day.I miss you my love.
    • Jackie D  •  1 year 8 months ago
      My question is: when has grief been going on for too long? I have a friend who for years has been maintaining a Facebook page and buying presents etc. for a deceased friend. It seems to me that it may not be healthy to dwell on things once you get to a certain point. I mean she's not depressed or crazy, she just seems to be clinging to a memory and it may not be doing her any good. I guess the real question is: When does a grief "ritual" become a crutch?
    • Chrissy  •  1 year 8 months ago
      The wonderful truth is nobody dies folks!

      And loved ones visit us in their spirit form which looks the same as they were except younger...

      Read the book on true stories of people contacted by dead loved ones..

      its called : HELLO FROM HEAVEN...by Bill Guggenhim
    • Tammy  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I find peace in writting my uncle letters every now and then. He was my best friend and my brother. I lost him 20 years ago.
    • cran  •  1 year 8 months ago
      p.s. My name is Sheri and I am Roberts wife.
    • sandy b  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I
      My son was killed in a car accident 7 years ago,and to me it still feels like yesterday,the shock of losing my son was just about to much to bear,i still text his phone often and talk to him as well as wear his old t shirts,i'm still to this day trying to figure out how to cope with this over whelming loss,thanks for listening and joshua i love you dearly son
    • .  •  1 year 8 months ago
      May God rest his soul, I,loved that guy ..
    • Mary  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I lost my dad a year ago to cancer. To cope up, I would always listen to his favorite singers like Beatles, Andy Williams to desensitize myself, until I am numb, but If I accidentally hear a Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennet song, then the tears would come flooding back. I have learned not to apologize for my tears anymore, whenever I am with a patient (Im in the medical field) who got the same story as my Dad, and my tears would fall down my cheeks, I just say I hope that you would fight and will not allow for cancer to take over you just like my dad.

      My mom still kept Dads phone number, on his birthday people texted 'wherever you are, hope you are happy' even his brother who he had a disagreement with before he passed away, texted him with I am sorry. So, I guess its a normal thing, but then again nothing is normal or abnormal when you are grieving.
    • A Yahoo! User  •  1 year 8 months ago
      My mother died 12 years ago from cancer. I stil miss her-we were best friends and really loved each
      other. I am a Christian and so was my mother. I turned to Jesus in my grief and He gave a peace and comfort even in the midst of my deepest pain. The last day I saw my mother alive she could only say one word, "love" and that was the last word she said to me. We will see each other one day in Heaven. My Lord Jesus Christ is my assurance of that reunion one day!
    • capri  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I grew up watching Patrick Swaze's moves, in fact I own a lot of them. I think that Mr Swazye was one of the top actors of his time. I was involved in dance, and watched his dance tapes and his style, and picked up much knowlage from him. Patrick Swayze, you will be missed ever so much. You were (are) an exquizate dancer, as well as a actor. Mrs Swazye, If I may say, you and Mr Swazye make a great pair. He really loved (loves) you, you can tell by the book, that is also on cd, that My husband bought me, and by the shine in his eyes when he looked, or talked about or to you. I Know it has been a while since his death, and I know he was sick for a long time, But even sick or hurt, his actingdazeling everyone with his acting talent, and his dancing talent. I know that you love him very much still, and that is hard to find in anyone. I am glad that he had a lady by his side all the way, and it is not the end. Maybe it was his time here on earth, but it is not the end. I know you will be together again.
      Again he was a very very fine actor and dancer, I have his song shes like the wind, he had a great vioce. You are very lucky to be married to such a gifted man.
      No matter what others think I know you both are still married to eachother, that takes great strenth(oops) on your patr and I do applode you for being as strong as you are. You must be a very special woman, NO LADY!!!
    • Claudia  •  1 year 8 months ago
      The end of greiving--what is that?? Lost my mom and father does not want anything to do with me because I was not at her death, I am Mi-he is Fla Would not talk to me for 2 days after her death and then later was told my mom's wedding ring with my grandmothers was stolen. Because I was not in Fla --it was my fault----Hurt is not a big enough word
    • Karen  •  1 year 8 months ago
      My only son's whole family - his wife, his 3 year old son, and 11 month old baby girl - were struck by a drunk driver 22 months ago, while driving home to him...none of them survived. They were my only grandbabies, and my arms are so empty...As the months pass, I notice what I call "lasts" - I hear a song and think, "The last time I heard that song, my 3 year old grandson danced around the room with me..." etc. Today I went to open a file on my computer and noticed that the date it had last been opened was before the horrible day my life changed...and I decided not to open it. In some weird way, I wanted to "preserve" something that their eyes might have seen...
    • Juncos35  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I know about grief. At the age of 15, my father had a massive heart attack and was gone. I was his pet since he was 55 when I was born. I felt my whole world had collapsed. Two days before my father had been gone for three months, my mother died sort of unexpectedly. My mother was only 52. I slept with her until she died and felt my world had disappeared. She had TB and we did not know it, and after my father's death she would not eat or sleep and she was gone. Talk about emptiness and loneliness. I felt I was suspended in the air and nothing mattered. I had a 2 1/2 yr. older brother and my maternal grandmother at home. I also had a brother and sister married and with children that were respectively 18 and 17 yrs. older than me. Yes, my parents had had two complete different generation of children. I went to live with my sister and my brother and grandmother stayed with my brother and family. I believe I was in shock for years. I would cry now and then, but so many changes took place in my life. So that I would have a good Catholic education, my sister put me in a wonderful Catholic school that housed 72 orphans as well. I was 16 then and I hated it with a passion. I felt like if I were in a "concentration camp," with the old-fashion nuns and their extreme disciplinary ways. No make-up, no un-censored letters, and visit from the immediate family twice a month.

      For years, I did not feel anything. I finished all my studies, including an Associate Degree in Business (all in Spanish and English - in Pueto Rico) at the orphanage and got a good job and lived at home with my sister and family. I have to say that today I am so grateful I went to that Catholic School and the discipline I was exposed to. But the losses I had previously suffered surfaced when my husband's business was doing bad, we had four children (lost the first one at birth due to a doctor's fault in not performing a c-section on time) -- talk about grief for even if it was an infant that I never got to see, I feel the pain to this day. I had to go to counseling because I was falling apart. I had not grieved for my parents the way I should or could have. My faith in the Lord and the strong-will, notwithstanding my wonderful sense of humor and the wonderful therapist got me through the worst times in my life. Lost my husband of 32 1/2 yrs. to ALS (Lou Gherig) a little over 15 yrs. ago. My three children worked very hard in order to have a college degree and have done very well, married good people and I am the grandmother of 9 adorable grands.

      Everybody deals with grief in different ways. Yes, I have endured the worst pain with my losses, but I feel I have had a full life full of roses and thorns, like most everybody else. I have gone through my own "pitty parties," but no more. I count my blessing instead. I have my depressions at times when confronting certain difficulties, but I keep pressing on. As I have told my children, I want to be admired and not pittied. At this age of 75, I still miss my Mami and my Papi and my husband and my baby, but, if it will be possible, hope to see them some day. In the meantime. I enjoy life, by being involved in Church, traveling, and just living life.

      Reading the above stories has brought back so many memories of my griefs. I have enjoyed seeing how different people have dealt with their losses, like some cooking their mothers' recipies (I am sure my daughter will do that), since I love to cook and my daughter and the two boys still love my cooking. The ones that pained me to no end was the ones that lost grown children, for this is the worst grief a human being has to endure. That is one thing I have asked the Lord to spare me of; and, yet, I know that if it were to happen, he would give me what I need at the time, but I rather not find out! My sympathy to all of you that have lost someone you loved. I know, I have been there and the pain comes afresh like if it happened yesterday.
    • Meri Michelle  •  1 year 8 months ago
      This article could not come at a better time for me. I've been feeling a little "crazy" myself. I just delivered our baby girl who died in my womb from the umbilical cord that was wrapped around her neck. We just had her funeral last weekend. I have days that I'm fine and other days I'm just an emotional wreck and so darn sensitive to everything. So Thank you for this article...it made me feel less alone and not so crazy. Thank you.
    • robert  •  1 year 8 months ago
      I am 40 now, but as a child...I grew up living nextdoor to my Grandparents. I would spend a lot of time at their house learning from them, playing and just being around them was a treat. When my grandfather died....I remember exactly where I was.....down the street playing with some friends. All of a sudden...Abulances, police and fire trucks all headed up the street towards our houses. I knew something was wrong so I rode my bike as fast as I could to see what the problem was. It was real....he was gone. But,in true fashion of him....his last words were telling all my aunts a joke before laying at his final resting place. He knew! I was 12 and it wasn't til 19 years old that I really needed his help...I drove to his house and in the driveway it hit me....I cryed like no tomorrow sitting in the driveway of a home that meant so much to me 6 or so years earlier...now occupied by strangers. I miss him so....and wish he were here to see how this world has changed and to let my child meet one of the best people I have ever known.
      Godspeed to all that have loss in their lives. The pain never goes away...it lingers. How you deal with it makes all the difference.
    • Gene  •  1 year 8 months ago
      Probably one of the hardest things to grief is that others apply a timeline to it and once it has passed you are expected to be back to normal. Something I have found that seems to help me is changing my perception of occurances that happen in every day life. When a smell, sight, taste, sound triggers the thought of one I've lost, I try to view it more as the loved one reaching back to me telling me they are still with me rather than viewing it as a reminder they are gone. I believe that the bonds that existed are never broken but now live on a different level and that eventually will be reconnected.
    • susie  •  1 year 8 months ago
      My sarahbeth died 5 years ago at 19 it was the very worst day of my life and I am sure it was the worst day of her life ..... I still find myself dancing with her in the middle of the day I play a song and up I am, I can see her smile as she dances with me I will always see her smile
    • ELIZABETH  •  1 year 8 months ago
      It has been 8 years since the loss of my father and I am not over it. I find myself talking to him and trying to figure out what his words of wisdom would be to my teenage sons. You never imagine life without someone so significant, and when they are gone, it is hard to cope with those moments that you counted on them to listen.

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