For about five years after my beloved grandmother died I couldn’t speak of it without crying so hard no one could understand what I was saying.

I went to a psychiatrist, realizing something was wrong, and I needed help.

During the course of the therapy he told me to write a letter to myself saying what my grandmother would say to me to help me get out of that awful tailspin I was in.

I didn’t want to do it but my wonderful brother L T encouraged me to do it as he said it would help.

I wrote that letter and I could barely see the words I was writing through the tears in my eyes, but it worked for me just as the psychiatrist had said it would, and it was later that he told me he didn’t know what else he could have done for me at the time. He had tried everything.

As I read Kay’s comment today about the loss of her son and as I know of so many others in my life who have lost children I thought of this.

When you’re ready try it. It worked for me and it might work for you.