Prognosticators claim that in life only two things are certain: Taxes and death. It’s the death of a loved one though—and particularly a spouse or life partner—that sends most folks reeling into mental, emotional, and sometimes physically challenging downward spirals of “how can I make it through this part of my life?"

Feeling left alone following the demise of a loved one is difficult for just about everyone, particularly after one has shared a life with the deceased.  That’s when spouses, relatives, and friends often sink into a “funk” of sorts that is difficult and challenging to escape.  As a result, one feels as if he or she has been suspended in some sort of cocoon that keeps the emotional turmoil churning with no way out.  So they question, "Is there any hope?"

There is--together with a pathway out--in the form of a newly published book Lord, How Can I Make It Through Grieving My Loss (AuthorHouse, 2008).
From the author’s personal journey through the loss of her beloved husband, Catherine Frompovich culled what works to get through the process on a minute-by-minute, day-by-day, mental, emotional, and spiritual basis to emerge out of grief into a different life of joy and happiness.  She takes you by the hand in a one-on-one tutorial to help you come to the resolve that you can make it and go on, even if you are alone.

From the back cover, the spirit of this uniquely uplifting book emerges. "This book is filled with understanding, hope and helpful ways to somehow get out of bed and simply put one foot in front of the other.....  It’s a beautiful spiritual tool.  This precious little book flows easily and peacefully offering simple to read and implement suggestions on steps to help mourners cope and begin to shape-shift a whole new existence."  (Jayne Howard Feldman, Author, Angels By My Side)

Lord, How Can I Make It Through Grieving My Loss is different and—perhaps unique—as far as books dealing with grief and grieving go.  Most books in that genre tell about the sad experiences one has endured leading up to such a time, but Frompovich delicately leaves all that in the background.  Rather, she chooses to concentrate on pouring out her heart and soul with what really works to go from a shattered world into the light of day.  If the n


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arrative doesn’t captivate the reader, certainly the colorful and gorgeous nature photography throughout the book will make one feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.  Her book will not overwhelm an already bruised heart and soul.

Frompovich’s book is so easy—and comforting—to read that one will think she’s right there in your living room holding your hand, supporting you like an old friend, and gently helping you crawl out of that deep hole of sadness you have fallen into.  You can feel what Catherine felt that made all the difference in triumphing over grief and the death of a spouse.  As she did, you just may emerge on the other side of life feeling wonderful about what you had; that life really is a blessing; and truly worth living.

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  • Anielka - 26 July 2015

    during her funeral in readgrs to her portion of life here on earth.  She had so many hospital stays, emergency room visits, surgeries, procedures, etc.  and also sick at home and laying in bed except when she felt good.  Toward the end she wasn’t well at all but still wanted to ride in the car.  It really was the bomb because she had music, me, her mama Kim,and conversation galore as well as french fries to lick.  I know her life was on a path of unaterable destiny with her heart worsening since birth.  No, I wasn’t prepared though I thought I was.  I was not prepared to see her gasp for air the entire day while she was pumped morphine and ativan then ativan and dilaudin.  Hospice was pretty much caring and the room was kept quiet enough.  We talked to her, sang her favorite bible songs, told her to look for God and take His hand when she heard her dog barking.  I keep thinking if it was right to tell her to take God’s hand because that is telling her she was dying.  That morning at two a.m.  she asked,  Are we still going to Cracker Barrel Momma,  and I said,  Of course, little rascal, we’re still going.  Maybe she held on because she wanted to go to Cracker Barrel once more.  I still see her waving her little, frail and good bye to a teacher that talked to her on the phone when she had a five minute window of alertness.  I just don’t know how she felt tht last day and I hope I did everything right.  When she died I did okay and couldn’t believe how well I was handling it.  I went through visitation and the funeral and did quite well but that night forward has been a dismal melancholish abyss.  I feel that I am spiraling downward deeper into that abyss and cannot get out.  Why should I get out when she isn’t here anymore.  I know the doctors say I doubled her life with excellent and beyond care, companionship, and daily functioning of all sorts but deep down, she is still gone.  No more hearing ,  I okay momma.  or What are we going to do momma?  Just no more anything or anywhere.  She had a Celebration of Passing:  A Homegoing and it’s positive eergy was that of hers.  We did not want flowers but asked for donations to the vet so animals that she loved so much would be helped but all the people wanting to send flowers did not contribute.  I was disappointed she was not honored.  I do not question why or have regrets, I just miss my little rascal that was my pea in the pod for 24 days shy of 26 years.  I try to go upward but the downward spiral continues.  Yes, I went to grief counseling for two weeks and have an excellent counselor but it is within me to not stay even and gain ground.  Maybe I am but I don’t feel I am.  I read, research, journal, art work, whatever, and continue my jail ministry.  I have a new church because the old church reminds me ofher too much.  I lay in bed a lot without eating or taking medicine and don’t care much beyond my trailer door.  I have faith but am not holding it close enough I guess.  I am not certain of much these days.  I was hoping she would die in her sleep and not linger following a massive heart attack.

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