Our Documentary Film – Voices of Grief,  Honoring The Sacred Journey – shares a fresh perspective on the many ways we navigate successfully through grief or companion others along their journey.

Wisdom from contemporary authors, grief experts and spiritual teachers is woven through personal stories of loss to explore the roles of community, compassion and connection in this sacred journey.

Voices of Grief explores the discouragement in our culture for the normal grief and mourning process while at the same time offering a new perspective on how to honor, transform and integrate our grief. The film is based on the interplay of teachings from contemporary authors, poets, and spiritual teachers coupled with the stories of our group participants as we companion one another in our group support work.

Our Mission:
Restoring compassion, forgiveness and loving kindness
in the process of grief in our culture.

Watch a 3 minute excerpt from our film.

Somehow you manage to wrest the beauty from terrifying losses, and make it the last say.

Paula D'Arcy

Red Bird Foundation

This film brings grief out of the darkness and into the light of hope and healing.

Rev. Dr. Leanne Hadley

The most groundbreaking guide through grief since Elisabeth Kübler-Ross wrote about death and dying.

Karen Everett

Award-Winning Film Director, New Doc Editing

Film Inspiration

Our purpose is educational in nature and it is our great desire to make this tool available to all who might have a need. As a grief educator for a Woodland Park, Colorado based hospice, I witness and companion the pain of people in my educational support groups who apologize for crying as they tell me the story of the love of their life. This film offers the possibility of reaching and inspiring a larger audience and will offer the possibility of a more heart and soul based reconciliation of grief.

Kathy Sparnins

Kathy Sparnins Executive Director and Co-Producer


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Helpful ideas to support your grieving friends...

Helpful ideas to support your grieving friends...Most of us easily revert to socialized habits and platitudes when it comes to supporting those in grief - it's what we've been taught! Curious about what you could try instead? Check out these suggestions from the children, teens, and young adults in our grief support groups. ⁠
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Some are gifted with the ability to eloquently describe their pain.  This merits a read.

Some are gifted with the ability to eloquently describe their pain. This merits a read."I am a mother. I am a bereaved mother. My child died, and this is my reluctant path.

It is not a path of my choice, but it is a path I must walk mindfully and with intention. It is a journey through the darkest night of my soul and it will take time to wind through the places that scare me.

Every cell in my body aches and longs to be with my beloved child. On days when grief is loud, I may be impatient, distracted, frustrated, and unfocused. I may get angry more easily and I may seem hopeless. I will shed many, many, many tears. I won’t smile as often as my old self. Smiling hurts now. Most everything hurts some days, even breathing.

But please, just sit beside me.

Say nothing.

Do not offer a cure.
Or a pill, or a word, or a potion.
Witness my suffering and don't turn away from me.

Please be gentle with me.
And I will try to be gentle with me too.

I will not ever "get over" my child's death so please don’t urge me down that path.

Even on days when grief is quiescent, when it isn't standing loudly in the foreground, even on days when I am even able to smile again, the pain is just beneath the surface.

There are day when I still feel paralyzed. My chest feels the sinking weight of my child's absence and, sometimes, I feel as if I will explode from the grief.

Losing my child affects me in so many ways: as a woman, a mother, a human being. It affects every aspect of me: spiritually, physically, mentally, and emotionally. There are days when I barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore.

Grief is as personal to me as my fingerprint. Don't tell me how I should or shouldn’t be grieving or that I should or shouldn’t “feel better by now.” Don't tell me what's right or wrong. I'm doing it my way, in my time. If I am to survive this, I must do what is best for me.

My understanding of life will change and a different meaning of life will slowly evolve. What I knew to be true or absolute or real or fair about the world has been challenged so I'm finding my way, moment-to-moment in this new place. Things that once seemed important to me are barely thoughts any longer. I notice life's suffering more— hungry children, the homeless and the destitute, a mother’s harsh voice toward her young child- or an elderly person struggling with the door- abused animals crying out in pain.

There are so many things about the world which I now struggle to understand: Why do children die? There are some questions, I've learned, which are simply unanswerable.

So please don’t tell me that “God has a plan” for me. This, my friend, is between me and my God. Those platitudes slip far too easily from the mouths of those who tuck their own child into a safe, warm bed at night: Can you begin to imagine your own child, flesh of your flesh, lying lifeless in a casket, when “goodbye” means you’ll never see them on this Earth again? Grieving mothers— and fathers— and grandparents— and siblings and partners won’t wake up one day with everything ’okay’ and life back to normal. I have a new normal now.

As time passes, I may discover gifts, and treasures, and insights but anything gained was too high a cost when compared to what was lost.

Perhaps, one day, when I am very, very old, I will say that time has truly helped to heal my broken heart. But always remember that not a second of any minute of any hour of any day passes when I am not aware of the presence of my child's absence, no matter how many years lurk over my shoulder.

So don’t forget that I have a child whose absence, like the sky, is spread over everything as C.S. Lewis said.

Don’t forget to say, “How are you really feeling...?” Don’t forget that even if I do have living children, my heart still aches for the one who is not here— for I am never quite complete without my child.

My child may have died but my love — and my motherhood— never will." - Dr. Joanne Cacciatore

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For those in the Ute Pass and Teller County areas of Colorado, Prospect Home Care & Hospice will be offering an eight-week Grief Support Group starting Monday, January 6, 2020.  RSVP requested by December 31 - call 719-687-0549.

For those in the Ute Pass and Teller County areas of Colorado, Prospect Home Care & Hospice will be offering an eight-week Grief Support Group starting Monday, January 6, 2020. RSVP requested by December 31 - call 719-687-0549. ... See MoreSee Less

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