I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever. – Amy Tan – Melanie Hack Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend Read an excerpt now TV Shows and Clips about the Death of Cindy James

“Dear Melanie, For the past few weeks now, I have had you and your sister Cindy, on my mind. Not really sure as to why or what it all meant, until last week. I had just returned from work; it was about 2:30 in the morning. I decided I would go for a little walk, […]

The love that once was born cannot die For it has become part of us, of our life, Woven into the very texture of our being. Each of us would wish to leave some part of ourselves, So here and now we bear witness to the one we knew in life, Who now in death […]

After my sister, Cindy James, died, I dreamed that I thought I could “find” her by covering my face with a purple or mauve cloth that had a tiny hole in it. (Purple was her favorite color.) Through this hole I could “look” into the universe and search for Cindy. I was able to see […]

If I had any wish…any wish in the world…it would be that no one would ever have to go through what my sister, Cindy James, experienced for seven years and encountered on the day of May 25th, 1989, what my family has endured since and must carry with us the rest of our lives. Melanie […]

During one autumn the Whitehorse Hospice children’s grief recovery program that I co-facilitated brought raw, painful feelings to the surface…for me, as well as the children. And for me, when combined with an acquisition of a deeper connection with them, I was able to cry for Larry, my brother-in-law who died in 1973, for the […]

I was co-facilitator at Hospice in Whitehorse, Yukon, for a group of children whose losses included friends, sisters, and brothers…but mostly mothers, fathers, and especially grandparents. Each Saturday the group opened with candle lighting and then we’d go around the room and each child and facilitator would say their name, their age, who they lost, […]

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don’t know how to laugh either. — Golda Meir — May3, 1898-Dec 8, 1978 Melanie Hack Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend Read an excerpt now TV Shows and Clips about the Death of Cindy James

“Can I see my baby?” the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the […]

“My mother passed away 15 years ago, of CANCER, nothing else, of the bone. It was a long painful fight for her. It was especially hard to tell my dad when I was diagnosed with breast cancer last year, as I did not want him to feel he was going thru it all again. Due […]