Emerson Edwards

About

Most people find their way to me around a trigger they never saw coming: the first birthday without them, the holiday chair that stays empty, the song in a grocery store that stops them cold. It is rarely the funeral itself that sends them looking. It is the ordinary moment weeks or months on that makes the loss suddenly unbearable. Whenever you arrive, we start with the plain truth of it. Bereavement is not a problem to be fixed on a schedule; it is a loss to be carried, and my job is to help you carry it without letting it flatten the rest of your life. We talk about the person, the guilt, the anger, the practical mess. I skip the platitudes, because you have heard more than enough of those already. I did something completely different for a living before I trained for this, so I know what it means to begin fresh at work that finally matters. That history keeps me plainspoken and allergic to jargon. If you want an honest hour with someone who will not rush your grief or tidy it up for you, tell me who died, and we will take it from there.