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How could I ever forget you when you gave me so much to remember
❤️❤️❤️

The love was worth it. 🤍

"Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated." — Alphonse de Lamartine

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If only …….

Love Paula

💔

My heart is with you while you’re grieving; as you are remembering; when you are unpacking a deep longing for what once was, or surrendering to the great sadness of missing someone.

The writers and poets, the philosophers and teachers, have rendered a rich palette of words in every tongue to describe an anguish we all come to experience as grief. Sometimes our sorrow won’t always be calmed with mere language, no matter how gentle. And we’re finally coming to reason how important it is to be with our feelings of grief and allow ourselves to mourn who or what was once cherished and not forsake our process.

So when language is meaningless
in the center of your sorrow,
let your comfort not be
found in wise words,
but in the tender morning,
in the warmth carried
by the wind, and in the
patterned notes of a bird’s song.
Let the continuity of seasons
remind you when it’s time,
you’ll flourish again
and meet with other
forms of love.

May your keepsake
be memories
strung like pearls and
worn close to your heart—
and let nature’s unwavering
beauty be weaved before you
as an earthly blanket
meant to wrap your mourning
in its softness.

~Jamie Anderson
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Goodnight🌙
~Sabina Laura

When I am gone, do not fear my memory.

Do not be afraid to speak my name or look through old photographs.

Do not be scared to play old videos so that you might hear my voice and see me laughing.

Do not be wary of visiting my favourite places or eating my favourite foods or singing along to my favourite songs.

I know it will hurt. Those memories will remind you that I am gone.

They will stab at you like a knife in an open, gaping wound. Raw, excruciating pain.

But after a while the knife will become less sharp, the wound will become less open and the pain will become less raw.

And those memories will remind you that I was here.

That I lived.

Do not reduce my life to my death.

Speak my name, hear my voice, sing my favourite songs and visit my favourite places.

Because that’s how I can stay alive a little.

Right here with you 🧡

******

Becky Hemsley 2022
Image by Juli Scalzi - Getty Images

'When I Am Gone' is from the book of the same name
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When a Father misses their Son or Daughter
on the day designated to celebrate their bond.

That’s A Wave that may feel like an earthquake as well.
“When We Fall Apart”
Ryan Stevenson
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A deep longing, accompanied by the deepest love.

THE LOSS OF A FATHER

Is the anchor pulled from the seabed
the steering wheel unhinged
the mast split by lightning
and the bow broken by storm.

The ship that you sailed
until now
feels unsafe
no longer weather-proof
and without direction
or brave heart
to speed its way.

Perhaps you did not even know
that he was your compass
that you gazed upon his lead
like a North-star in the night.

He gave you all of this
you see
without notice or congratulation
diligently
consistently
continuously guiding
always showing the way
in the way he knew how.

And whilst you are cast adrift
I know this to be true
you will anchor yourself once more my friend
when you realise
that his voice still speaks
still guides
still brings brave heart your way
in the roughest of storms .

And the answers you seek
he already planted deep
within your heart
for he knew one day

you would need to sail alone.

So he buried little pieces of himself
within your heart
your mind
your spirit
and your soul

little breadcrumbs of love
to show the way

forevermore.

(My ❤️ to all this weekend)

Donna Ashworth
From ‘LOSS’: https://amzn.eu/d/5ssxFnd

You will lose someone you can’t live without..

I wish you knew how I carry you with me always…everywhere I go.

The love was worth it. 🙏🏻

Life xx

Grief has taught me
To honor and acknowledge love
With supreme gratitude and urgency,
Whether that’s through new moments
Or long-cherished memories.

Grief has taught me
That love is our
Most valuable currency
May we invest in our chances
To share it, often and willingly.
Overflow it into the hearts
Of the people we love steadily.

Grief has taught me
That this life is marked
By love, by its ability
To make a home within
Even the most broken
Of hearts as it shines
Into the darkest
Seasons so vividly.

Grief has taught me
that when I’m ready
I have the opportunity
To carry loves and legacies
Within me
To honor the tension
Of love and loss courageously.
A keeper of stories
A guardian of memories,
A witness of
Love persisting, beautifully
And boldly.

-Liz Newman

YOU MAY BE GONE

You may be gone
but I feel you
when the cool breeze
brushes past

You may be gone
but I hear you
when the music plays
its last

You may be gone
but I know you
as a painter knows
their art

You may be gone
but I feel you
right here in
my heart

You may be gone
but your laughter
is still my
favourite sound

You may be gone
but my darling
you’re ever
all around.

Donna Ashworth
From ‘LOSS: poems to better weather the many waves of grief’

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Art by Shawna Erback

It took a while after I lost Matt to seek professional help.

For a long time, I made subtle attempts to join him.
For a while after that, I simply didn’t care if I survived this nightmare.

I was resistant to healing, because in my mind healing meant moving on, and moving on meant letting go.

One of the first therapists I saw was short-lived. I clenched my jaw and sat politely through the appointment, and then crinkled up the resources she gave me on the way out.

I remember being so angry walking out of that building, all because of what she said.

It took everything in me to tell my story out loud.
It was exhausting, explaining to a complete stranger; in a room that was too bright and full of plants, that I faced a su***de loss.

And she explained to me that grief is 5 steps. I’ll never forget when she said “once you reach the final step, that’s it.”

I remember the rage I felt for a quick moment.
And I remember wanting to laugh in her face and walk out. But over the years, I have learned so much about myself and about grief.

Grief itself does not change.
It is constant.
Relentless.
Unaware of your struggles.

WE CHANGE.
For a while, we take on water.
It feels as if we are adrift in the ocean,
With no boat for safety.
Exhausted.
Kicking and paddling.
Just to keep our head above water.

But over time, the waves become calmer,
And we become better swimmers.

The tides of the ocean will always change, they will always be unpredictable.

But our love for the ones we lost is the constant variable that keeps us afloat.

Just. Keep. Swimming.

-Jessica VanNeste
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