GROWW -- Grief Recovery Online for all bereaved -- is a place to find partners in pain sharing their experience and strength.  They have message boards, resource listings and secure chat rooms hosted by the most loving people on the Internet who are grieving.

Joel's Place for Children is an ongoing, twice-monthly, grief support group for children aged 5 -18 who have experienced the death of someone special in their lives.  Meetings are held at Bay Presbyterian Church in Bay Village and at Harbor Light Hospice in Highland Heights.

Carol A. Ranny writes wonderful columns on grief, and on coping with the death of a child, for the online  Examiner.com - Cleveland publication.
      Carol is a single adoptive parent of seven children. Two of her sons have died, one at age 13 in 1996 and one at age 31 in 2007. She has published a free newsletter for bereaved parents for 10 years. Having lost friends and a cousin at ages eight, 14 and 15, she has a lifetime of experience in grief and mourning: what helps, what doesn't and where to find resources.                                                                                 

Here's an example of Carol's columns:
  
                    How to help me…when my child has died

• Speak my child’s name, to me and to others.  The sound of my child’s name, remembered and spoken by others, is a precious gift.
• If you used to remember my child’s birthday, or even if you didn’t, call me.  Send me a card.  Send me an e-mail. Send me a rose.  My heart is breaking with lonely memories on that day. 
• If you remember my due date, or the date my child was to be born, mention it to me.  Don't worry that you will remind me or make me sad...I will never forget.
• Do you remember the day my child died?  Tell me you remember.  One of my greatest fears is that my child will be forgotten by all but me.
• On holidays, mention my child in your card.  Don’t worry about reminding me of my pain…each holiday is painful now.  Your words comfort and soothe my broken heart, and let me know I’m not alone.
• Tell me if you think of my child…tell me what reminded you.  Did my child make a difference in your life or teach you something?  If so, tell me, please.
• Do you miss my child?  Please tell me so…
• Your memories of my child may be the last new thing I’ll ever hear about my son or daughter.  Please, share them with me.
• Stop by my child’s grave site and leave a flower, or bring a flower by my house in my child’s memory.  Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who remembers what I lost, and that no one knows the pain I hide behind my every-day smile.
• Speak my child’s name aloud to me, and let me hear one more time the name so carefully chosen, bestowed on someone so beloved and so deeply missed.