We all share stories of grief and loss and is the one thing that we all will experience at some point in our lives. Grief can have an impact on how we see ourselves, our relationships and our worldview. 

This grief support group is for Black-identified folx to feel safe and comfortable around how their grief and coping is informed by their family, culture and community.

The poem below written by Maya Angelou speaks to immeasurabe losses, like a parent.

When Great Trees Fall


When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.



When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.



When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.


Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
ofdark, cold
caves.



And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

― Maya Angelou