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Grief Is a Hurricane

A shared journal experience.

Grief Is a Hurricane

We’re all holding on for dear life. Everything feels different, uprooted, and damaged. No one can prepare for the way a significant death can so profoundly impact every aspect of life….

Welcome, I’m Stephanie, and I’m grieving.

My spunky, feisty, beautiful sister died. She was 53.

As a response to my grief, I bought a blank journal. I began to write, doodle, color, paint, and draw, endlessly. I filled the pages with… everything, and I have created an artistic history of my journey of grieving.

My friend saw my stack of journals, and declared their need to be shared with the world. I was shocked, and I thought she was crazy, but I agreed to consider the possibility of offering comfort, hope, and understanding to those who are suffering with loss.

My husband John is my absolute partner in life since we were teenagers, and anything I do, we do.  He owns and operates US Magnetix, a great small business specializing in printing and production of all things magnet. 

He didn’t blink at the possibility of producing this book; he embraced it fully, and John has spent countless hours literally materializing this idea into reality. John and his coworkers have created, printed, and assembled every book, by hand, with great care. Literally, none of this would be possible without him, not only because he made the books, but because his support and guidance is integral to everything that happens in our world.  He can now add outstanding bookmaker to his list of talents and accomplishments.

I’ve added pages for the reader to join me on this journey. My hope is that others will find some relief or comfort by reading what I expressed, but also by expressing what they need to. Also, I’ve added my personal inspirations and reflections to many pieces to offer the reader a deeper look into my process.

This book doesn’t tell you what to do or how to grieve. It just gives you a look at how one woman in Minnesota is surviving the loss of her sister. Come along, if you’d like… you’re not alone.

Peace to you and all you love,


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