Skip navigation

Category Archives: Grieving

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Letter Words.”

tumblr_static_sky_black_and_white

April is a time of Spring, a renewal of Earth, a reminder of Spirit.

My birthday is this month as is an anniversary of my Mother’s passing.

Growing, hoping, praying, dreaming…….

Crying, rising, falling, never forgetting where we could be if a brilliant life hadn’t been shortened by a cruel disease.

My grief still stings; tears fill my eyes and fall without permission.

Forever more, knowing that I have lived another year, means remembering another year that took Mommy away.

No matter a fragile number of my years, my mother’s love reminded me that I became special to someone when brought into this world.  With my mother’s passing, I still feel bereft, forgotten, as no love could be as pure as that which my mother offered to me.

Grief takes a position at my table like a ghost; it is a guest that refuses to leave.  With me always, though never again, loss still takes my breath away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for stopping by! It means more than you know.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

rose kennedy quote pain is never gone

 

Death comes with its own ballet of grief. The wordless “O” of mouths. The boneless spine that does not allow one to stand, but rather stagger and lean, crumpled in its mortal state.  There are those who share the sorrow in empathetic eyes to those around them. Others, mandating, or controlling their grief, sit in the tight coil of isolated mourning.

Incomprehensible is the sudden loss of a human, far too young, and always too soon before their time.

Why are more endings tragic rather than peaceful? Is it true that an angel leads one away from the pain and guides its soul to more tranquil and beloved Holy ground?

There are more questions than answers. The frisson of grief below the skin, like a wooly scratch, that cannot be relieved.  Empty glances looking for answers and a shadow face in the background.

A name, made of consonants and vowels, which repeats and are read over and over in the dreamy mind, inserting itself into the sleepless state.

The ego that tells itself that it was more cared for, and whose loss is greater than others, who were merely players in the backdrop of the drama.

The foggy weight of confusion; eyes that cannot see and minds that cannot process. Unbearable loss and grief; unending love with no source to receive it.

Time in its impermanence speeds the years of living and slows the days of mourning.  Some will share the loss, supporting each other in their barren hearts, carrying one forward to the daily reminder that a hole exists.

Rational thought uselessly tries to bind itself to relief and reason. Grappling, empty hands reach out to touch what cannot be felt, seeking a hold on that which cannot be contained. Endless tears and silenced, darkness of pain.  Emotion slams into the body with no release, shock that renders us silent and inviolate.

What comfort could possibly reduce the ambient grief?  What words could resound in the well of emptiness that do not echo endlessly that which we have lost?

Pain without end and despair without resolve; united in grief and solitary in mourning, we are shadows walking the paths of old footprints that no longer fit us.

 

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for stopping by. It means more than you know.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

acatenango-volcano-guatemala_77416_990x742

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for stopping by! It means more than you know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the strongest women cry

To every wonderful woman I know and those I have met here, you face your battles and life head on everyday. You never back away from a challenge or walk away unwilling to try. You grieve, you laugh, you live, you nurture, you care, and you feel more than most people. You are the reason I am so blessed to have readers and followers that I never thought I would have and am so grateful to hear your feedback and appreciate your approval and kindness more than you know. Thank you to all of you!!

You are more than the sum of your parts, you are all the Sum of your Hearts. ❤

———————————————————————————————–
p.s. I see the grammatical error but could not change it. But I heartily endorse the sentiment.

%d bloggers like this: