You Won't Just Cry When They Die: Love, Loss and The Heartbreaking Reality of Grief: A Little Book to Help You Survive, Cope and Heal When Your Whole World Falls Apart

It is normal to seek company, then sob in the bathroom and wish they’d all leave.It is normal to kiss the photograph ten times a day. To keep every card. Keep smelling the scarf.To have a two way conversation when you are alone.It is normal to grieve the loss of your loved one with all your heart. To want them back so badly. You are dealing with grief.It is normal. It is normal.You Won't Just Cry When They Die is a must-read book on grief for anyone who has loved and lost.Offering 101 gentle messages, this little book will help you to survive, cope and tenderly heal when your insurmountable grief and loss is unbearable and you face those days you can't face.This is the friend you so desperately needed when the person you needed most left your life.You picked up this book for a reason. Trust in that reason.How brave it was of you to pick up this book. How incredibly brave.I’m sorry that you found it. Glad, but sorry.Glad, because I wrote every word for you. Sorry, because I know the hollow, insurmountable loss you feel is unbearable. How much your wounded, fragile heart hurts.How indescribably private and painful this all is.You are holding the book I so desperately needed last year. When, like you, I suffered immense and heartbreaking loss.Somehow, I got to be fifty-two knowing very little about grief. I had no insight into loss, grieving, or healing.I naively thought that when someone died, you cried a lot, missed them like crazy, and then magically, somehow, your life returned to normal.Just without them in it.Grief, loss and death was never openly discussed in my family. Like many in Western culture, we were raised believing you didn't dwell on things that made you sad.So, last year, when my once happy and orderly life was swamped in loss and pain, and smashed into smithereens, I was woefully unprepared.I didn't know how to process, how to talk, how to be. How to smile. I didn’t know how to do grief. I didn’t even know what grief really meant.I guessed and messed and faked and crumbled. I tried my best to ignore 'it' and get on with 'it', but every day that passed, 'it' got worse.Like you, I felt as if I was losing my mind. I didn’t know when to talk, or what to say. How to be or how not to be.It seemed that everyone around me was coping far better than I was.I felt wretched, sad, ungrateful, frightened, ashamed, wrong, broken, weak and confused.You see, I didn't know that you don't just cry when they dieThat there are heart palpitations, panic attacks, memory blockages, blame, guilt, waking up in the middle of the night to check that your husband is breathing, even though he is a perfectly healthy man.No one tells you.No one tells you.We don’t just cry when they die.Our lives fall apart.We fall apart.And we must rebuild both gently and tenderly. Thread by thread.The little book contains over a hundred gentle messages. Humble insights to honour your grief and your loss. To offer a warm and steady presence on your journey towards healing.Words to help you survive, cope and heal. Wrap your shattered soul in the warmth and compassion it so desperately needs and longs for.One hundred and one whispers of hope, love and understanding from me to you. So, whenever you feel lost or abandoned or face days you can't face, you can open your book to any page and feel the support. Feel the love.Feel it alland know it’s normal.Thank you for trusting me with your most profound and personal loss. With your broken heart. I hold both with the softest and kindest of gloves.Liz Read more