GriefSPEAK: The Mortician’s Daughter – Mary Nardolillo Dias, EdD

By Mari Nardolillo Dias, EdD, NCC, FT “…..But February made me shiver, with every paper I’d  deliver, bad news on the door step. I couldn’t take one more step….., (American Pie, Don McLean”) With February 2025 almost in the rear-view mirror, I would be remiss if I did not reprint the iconic story of my…

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GriefSPEAK: Life of Sighs, continued – Mari Nardolillo Dias

A woman's hair is blowing in the wind.

by: Mari Nardolillo Dias (Continued from 11/18/22) I possess pathetic few memories of my own that prove my childhood existed. It is best described as silent. Mother married Father in 1976 in what might be considered an arranged marriage: Papa was a stone cutter of local renown and carved the majority of gravestones in our town.…

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GriefSpeak: Memories of my Grandmother – Dr. Mari Dias

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By: Dr. Mari Dias So many people tug at me in my dreams. Most recently it has been my grandmother (Nanny). Her visit is rare but persistent.  I think she wants me to write about her.  And her poem.  Once she garners my attention, she performs an encore of a familiar poem from her childhood…

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