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Grief comes in unexpected surges...
Mysterious cues that set off a reminder of grief.
It comes crashing like a wave, sweeping me in its crest,
twisting me inside out.
Then recedes, leaving me broken.
Oh, Mama, I don't want to eat, to walk to get out of bed.
Reading, working, cooking, listening, mothering...
Nothing matters.
I do not want to be distracted from my grief.
I wouldn't mind dying.
I wouldn't mind at all.
Toby Talbert
------
Pain is the most individualized
thing on earth. It is true that it is
the great common bond as well, but
that realization only comes when it
is over. To suffer is to be alone. To
watch another suffer is to know the
barrier that shuts each of us away
by himself. Only inviduals can
suffer.
Edith Hamilton
------
Suffering breaks our world.
Like a tree struck by
lightening--splintered, shaken,
denuded--our world is broken
by suffering, and we will never
be the same again. What will
become of us is a mystery.
Nathan Kollar
------
Weeping is the most
human and universal of
all relief measures.
Dr. Karl Menninger
------
I think of you often
and make no outward show,
But what it means to lose you,
no one will ever know
You wished no one farewell,
not even said good-bye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
You are not forgotten
nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memories last,
I will remember thee.
To some you may be forgotten,
to others a part of the past,
But to me who loved you dearly,
your memories will always last.
Nothing can be more beautiful
than the memories I have of you.
To me, you were someone special,
God must have thought so too!
If tears could build a staircase
and memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
and bring you back again.
Anon
------
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
------
One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.
Josef Stalin
Mysterious cues that set off a reminder of grief.
It comes crashing like a wave, sweeping me in its crest,
twisting me inside out.
Then recedes, leaving me broken.
Oh, Mama, I don't want to eat, to walk to get out of bed.
Reading, working, cooking, listening, mothering...
Nothing matters.
I do not want to be distracted from my grief.
I wouldn't mind dying.
I wouldn't mind at all.
Toby Talbert
------
Pain is the most individualized
thing on earth. It is true that it is
the great common bond as well, but
that realization only comes when it
is over. To suffer is to be alone. To
watch another suffer is to know the
barrier that shuts each of us away
by himself. Only inviduals can
suffer.
Edith Hamilton
------
Suffering breaks our world.
Like a tree struck by
lightening--splintered, shaken,
denuded--our world is broken
by suffering, and we will never
be the same again. What will
become of us is a mystery.
Nathan Kollar
------
Weeping is the most
human and universal of
all relief measures.
Dr. Karl Menninger
------
I think of you often
and make no outward show,
But what it means to lose you,
no one will ever know
You wished no one farewell,
not even said good-bye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
You are not forgotten
nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memories last,
I will remember thee.
To some you may be forgotten,
to others a part of the past,
But to me who loved you dearly,
your memories will always last.
Nothing can be more beautiful
than the memories I have of you.
To me, you were someone special,
God must have thought so too!
If tears could build a staircase
and memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
and bring you back again.
Anon
------
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I and you are you;
Whatever we were to each other, That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
------
One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.
Josef Stalin