The final sense is smell. It’s one of the earliest ones and often has the greatest kick. What are smells that bring you joy? Please share. My husband was a professional artist who cut his oil paint with clove oil to slow drying. To me, that smells like heaven, even close to 10 years after his passing. The smell of the sea in any weather makes me feel grounded, wild and free. Cut grass, preferably with no poison ivy in it since I am incredibly allergic.

My mother-in-law, 102, whom I have been primary caregiver for since my husband died, almost 10 years, is failing. I am both ready and sad. That is all.

This episode was about coping with new, raw grief since my podcast producer lost her husband and I lost my mom in the last three months. https://youtube.com/live/NCPQIlfCr98

Thank you for accepting me into the group. I’ve lost two loved ones since the summer. It has been a rough time, as I am sure you can relate.

Here are the photo boards about my Mom's life that Wayne, my stepdad, and me put together. Pulling together this event has consumed me for the last few weeks. Today, I am happy it was so beautiful, relieved it's over and a little lost without that purpose. All the speakers had a different perspective. Everyone could recognize her in every story. The grief is raw again. The question I am asking myself is, "How will I fill the void?" First step, breathe.