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TESTIMONIALS

"Since my daughter died, this is the only place I feel normal."

"For two weeks I was surrounded by family and friends. When they disappeared returning to their regular routines, I was lost in isolation. Now I have a place to be safely insane."

"The TCF meeting is the only place where others ask my son's name and encourage me to show his picture. It is such a relief to be whole for a while."

"To other people our daughter was just a fetus; to us she was a child -- our child. Here she is our beloved, honored daughter."

"I cried and cried my first few meetings; I cried when I crossed the threshold into the meeting room. I cried when I shared the story of Jim's death. I still do. Nobody blinks -- they just hand me more tissues."

"I have been told that certain family members do not want to hear me tell the death story one more time. But I need to tell it still; I don’t know why. Now I have a place where it is safe to tell this story until I am done telling it."

"After four years, I have watched myself make various transitions through the grieving process. I have witnesses that affirm my progress. I have those whose children died before Jimmy who give me hope as I observe their progress."

"I think of Compassionate Friends as my safe haven. It is a place where you can share your deep loss and sorrow with no comparisons or fears of speaking. All the love and support I have received from my Compassionate Friends has given me the strength to help those who are taking the first steps in their journey of grief."

A Father's Grief

I never believed I would see another season change with gladness.
I never believed I would see the world again without the haze of tears.
I never expected to actually laugh again.
I never felt my smile would return and feel natural on my face.
I never hoped for another day when I would not want to die.
I never envisioned a world that could again be bright and full of promise.
I believed that all that had passed from me the day he died and went away, never to return.
But I was wrong, and I know that in the fullness of your grieving, you, too, will come to understand
That life goes on - that it can still have meaning - that even joy can touch your life once more.

By Don Hackett
TCF, Hingham, MA