Sometimes, a profound sense of self-awareness offers glimpses into your destiny and the path ahead. Your intuition, your gut feeling, may hint at what the future holds, but the full picture remains hidden in the present moment. Yet, you question the knowledge you possess about the future. You find it hard to trust it. You may even give more weight to external perspectives from friends,…
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About the Second Firsts Letters
Christina Rasmussen is an acclaimed grief educator, bestselling author of Second Firsts (Hay House, 2013) Where Did You Go? (Harper One, 2018) and the upcoming book Invisible Loss (Sounds True, 2023).
The Second Firsts Letters began 4 years after her 35-year-old husband died of stage 4 colon cancer. Her own devastating experience of grief catapulted her towards a long but necessary journey bridging the gap between grief and life.
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I have been writing to you for 4 years and I have never written about what to do with the anniversaries of loss. A wonderful woman reached out to me yesterday and asked me if I would write about this. So here it goes. Anniversaries of loss feel like a big train approaching the platform. Heavy, noisy. Old. Loud. And you can hear it coming…
ChristinaMay 2, 2014
Hubby in heaven, It will be 8 years this Monday since the day you left this world. I used to imagine how would the pain feel years from the day you left. A part of me wanted time to speed up and another part wanted time to go backwards. You left behind a train wreck. The girls wouldn't fall asleep at night without holding on…
ChristinaJuly 18, 2014
I discovered loneliness for the first time when my husband was diagnosed with cancer. That is when he was really taken from me. The diagnosis removed him from our life in a very invisible way. He went to a new world where he was not with us. But he was still alive. The cancer years were very lonely years. All 4 of them. Of course…
ChristinaSeptember 6, 2013
I first saw her in 2006 after my husband died. She was around 85 years old, grey hair. Sitting on a rocking chair. And she was alone. She was sad. And she was waiting to die. I would go visit her at least 20 times a day. She would look at me and tell me how sad she was. She would cry every time I…
ChristinaJune 13, 2014