Harper’s Bazaar

Harper’s Bazaar magazine asked me to write something on grief for their August issue. This is what came out – some reflections on a year of mourning, with echoes from my recent blog posts.

Viewpoint Grief-2

Viewpoint Grief-2 p2

5 thoughts on “Harper’s Bazaar

  1. bluewidowmum says:

    Great piece. It is comforting to know that I am not the only one who feels my grief so strongly. Like my deepest and strongest motivation for being here is my son. Thank you for being honest telling it like it is and giving me some reassurance x

  2. Christina's Words (@Christys_Words) says:

    I loved this piece, Hannah. The pain and love for Matt will forever be intertwined, both existing because of the other. It’s been 4.5 years since I lost my mom and it aches every day. People say it gets better, but I don’t think so…it does get different though. The ache is like achy bones now, a dull constant throbbing; whereas at first it was like slamming your hand in a door–sharp, intense, flooding and nauseating. Still there, just different. But that pain is a reminder of the love, not that that makes us martyrs, just those lucky enough to have loved another person so fully.

  3. Catherine says:

    I read this article today and was very grateful for you sharing so much. My experience of grief and peoples response / uncertainty in what to say was very similar and prompted many conversations about death being taboo. Thank you and blessings to you x

  4. Jennifer says:

    Thank you for writing this blog Hannah – your words are truly beautiful and so often hit home. I lost my family 17 years ago and whilst my own life has changed so dramatically over the intervening years, there are still moments when it feels like I’m wading through treacle and I still can’t truly comprehend such a mammoth loss. Living in the present can be a difficult task, but it’s so worthwhile – as is talking about them and keeping them present too.

  5. heidi ruckriegel says:

    I lost my brother to suicide four years ago. Life does slowly return. It’s as if the grey turns back to colour, bit by bit. Calling our parents and telling them was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But yes – the kindness of friends and family and even of strangers can be an amazing, surprising thing that keeps us going.

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