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How to Survive Becoming a Surviving Spouse

Becoming a Surviving Spouse

We cannot stress enough the importance of planning in advance, we often encourage families to use an Advanced Healthcare Directive to plan and determine what they want or need but there will always be unforeseen details after a loved one passes. After losing her husband and realizing that there is not […]
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Holiday Wishes from Rabbi Rosove

“How strange we are in the world, and how presumptuous our doings! Only one response can maintain us: gratefulness for witnessing the wonder, for the gift of our unearned right to serve, to adore, and to fulfill. It is gratefulness which makes the soul great.”

-Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

Dear Friends:

As we enter the […]
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More Than a Memory

Jackie Kossoff graduated from the University of Evansville in 2015 with a B.S. in Communication, and a B.F.A. in Creative Writing, which she put to use in writing this blog post.

Walking through Hillside Memorial Park park has become a weekly regimen of mine.  My usual route takes me past the lush, green hillside with […]
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The Truth About “Stages” of Grief

Holly Price received her M.A. in Clinical Psychology from the Chicago School of Professional Psychology

Hello and welcome, my name is Holly Price and  I am often asked about the different stages of grief.

The different stages of grief model was first introduced by the well-known psychiatrist, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, and her 1969 book On Death […]
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A Phone Call to Mom by Michael Kass

Michael Kass is a facilitator, coach, award-winning storyteller and founder of The Center for Story and Spirit, a project dedicated to helping individuals, organizations (including the Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles), and communities to discover and harness the power of their stories to create change. Check out his Facebook and follow him on Twitter Continue Reading