Grieving Left Me Feeling ‘Empty’

M asked me to use one word to describe what I feel. She chided me when I tried to tell her how I feel. It wasn’t long before I knew how I felt. One word provided the perfect description for me. I told M, I felt empty. She asked me to describe it. Here is an excerpt from Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again

“When Babe died, a tornado struck me and sucked out my life energy with such force. I’ll never be the same. It ripped my guts open and spilled them on the floor alongside my shattered heart. It was as if a surgeon decided to operate on me and not use an anesthetic or close me up after the operation. I am helpless to stop the pain. I am helpless to stop the flood of memories feeding the pain. I am helpless to stop the music or other emotional triggers releasing my emotions and starting my flood of tears. My pain is gluttonous and feeds itself on my suffering. My sense of emptiness is a chasm wider than the distance from the Grand Canyon’s north rim to its south rim. It is a vast space within. I am empty, M. That is what it feels like to be empty.”

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Excerpt From: Dancing Alone: Learning to Live Again by Ray Calabrese. This material is protected by copyright

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at

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