by Lori LoCicero | Jul 9, 2018 | Post-Traumatic Growth |
Amongst the many dates boldly marked on my calendar for remembering and celebrating, one stands alone in sharp contrast to the others: The anniversary of Joe’s passing. Anyone suffering a great loss knows all too well how permanently altered their lives became on...
by Lori LoCicero | Dec 18, 2017 | Grieving, Life Lessons, Post-Traumatic Growth |
I give myself the same gift every year. Permission. Permission to be authentic with my grief. Permission to lean into the darkness while acknowledging it’s “OK to not be OK” for a while. Permission to play my grief card and say “no” to any invitation or skip any...
by Lori LoCicero | Dec 8, 2016 | Life Lessons, Post-Traumatic Growth |
From the moment it was assigned, my son knew immediately what subject matter his mixed media art project would cover. He came home asking me for purple paints and ribbons and a picture of his late father, Joe. He wanted to honor his memory through tribute art. I...
by Lori LoCicero | Sep 30, 2016 | Grieving, Life Lessons, Post-Traumatic Growth |
Another loss. Another funeral. This one for a friend’s husband. A loving father and fearless warrior who held strong, endured unimaginable pain and fought courageously for every last moment of this life. The similarities of struggle and loss stir painful...
by Lori LoCicero | Jun 30, 2016 | Life Lessons, Post-Traumatic Growth |
Not everyone believes in signs. No, I’m not talking about those that tell us when to stop or where we can park. The signs I am referring to are those that come from “the other side,” the ones that come from our loved ones who have died but still somehow let us know...
by Lori LoCicero | May 5, 2016 | Life Lessons, Post-Traumatic Growth |
The cultural fair gets me every time. Every few years it creeps up on me. The school project dedicated to exploring family trees and genealogy. Our school calls it the cultural fair. I call it my personal minefield chock full of memories and mixed emotions. When the...
