Author Archives: Kelly Larsen (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

“The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.”

-Hermann Hesse
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“The End” by Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore's poem reminds us that those we lose are always with us

My grandma died a little over four and a half years ago; it’s hard to believe it’s been that long. She is, to this day, my role model, undoubtedly one of the sweetest, most loving people I have ever known. … Continue reading

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How to Deal with a Loss? An Interview with Dr. Robert Gangi

The clinical/psychiatric crisis psychologist talks about his work with those affected by 9/11

Dr. Robert Gangi is a licensed clinical psychologist who works with individuals facing separation and loss. He has his own private practice, the Greenwich Village Center for Separation and Loss, in addition to working as a psychiatric crisis psychologist for … Continue reading

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Communication on 9/11

Phone Calls and Text Messages from September 11th

“Hi Jules, this is Brian. Listen, I’m on an airplane that’s been hijacked. If things don’t go well…I just want you to know I absolutely love you, I want you to do good, have a good time…same to my parents … Continue reading

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“They Are All Gone Into the World of Light” by Henry Vaughan

Henry Vaughan's poem offers an inspiring look at death

The ten-year anniversary of September 11th, 2001 is just six days from now, and because of that, I wanted to choose a piece of literature that really captured the feelings of our nation after these tragic events took place. Well, … Continue reading

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“From a Train Window” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Nature reminds us that death is part of her poetry

  When I was fourteen, my family went on a vacation to Ireland. We drove through the much-too-small roads in a much-too-big rental car: a Mercedes van that seated ten. It sometimes felt perilous weaving through quaint little towns in … Continue reading

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