Words for the Journey

Because we share your moments we can now move on.Because we shared your moment we will always have a bond!Because we share your moment we shed our tears for?

“It’s constant. I had no idea how hard it would be. The depth of the grief is astounding,” Maggie shared.“Sometimes I feel like I can’t even catch my breath.”Maggie’s spouse Ted had died of pancreatic cancer six months earlier. No wonder she was gasping for breath. Grief packs a punch

My name is Debbie Lewis. My son's name was Jason. He was 27 years old. He suffered from mental illness , Sycotic Skitzophrinia. For a few years we tried to keep him home with us , but it was impossible to give him the care he needed. I was dealing with depression and post tramatic disorder and did not know how to deal with his illness.

My love, I want to let you rest but I really don't know howI'd love to go and tuck you in above on those plump and wispy cloudsI need to know you're at peace up there, I don't know where to begin;I long to feel you in every drop of rain, every whispered gust of wind

You left and I could not followThere was no noteNo map of where you wereJust an empty life without you I couldn’t throw rocks at your windowCouldn’t shout your name from the rooftopsOr take you in my armsJust cry until the tears ran out I’ve tried for years to relive the months you gave me

 I hear your words from HeavenWhen you talk to me at nightI hear you say how much you love meI hear you ask for guiding lightI hear your words from HeavenWhen sometimes you just break downIt’s okay to have a bad dayJust know that I’m always aroundI hear your words from HeavenWhen you ask me if I’m proud

My bones literally ache for herShe's with me in a wayBut it's so not enough for me to surviveOr want to face another dayShe's in the breezeShe's in the signs she promised she would sendBut, my God, I want to hold her nowOr I want my life to endA life sentence without her touchIs more than I can bear

What "it" is,i just don't know. Time has gone so quickly that when I actually realize we are coming up to ten whole years without my beautiful boy,i canNOT breathe. 

My husband left this world on September 25, 2012. This was the last day of my life. For the past 3 years I have struggled daily with memories, guilt, remorse, anger, confusion and loneliness. Finally, I have been able to let go of MOST of these feelings. I was the best I could have been at that time with what I knew and had.

“Gary, I’m calling about our dad, Sal. He’s not doing well. Can you talk to him?” Steve asked.Sal lost his wife, Millie, to Alzheimer’s. They had been married 55 years. No wonder he wasn’t doing well.“One word of warning,” Steve continued. “Dad doesn’t take well to strangers, so I don’t know how this is going to go.”

It's not something we think about or contemplate while we are in the grip of our grief. More then likely, we are instead, wanting to join the one we lost. Death becomes none scary after the worst has happened. Suddenly, we have no fear of dying, not for ourselves anyway. The world has lost it magic, that hold it welded over us.

The gentle  breeze upon your cheek That is a kiss  I give you to send you to sleepRight by your side that's where you find meHolding your hand till you fall asleep In your dreams I will talk to you I will tell you how I feelhow much I love you how much you mean