Words for the Journey

  “Death ends a life, not a relationship.” - Jack Lemmon

I often wonder why people always say, "Time heals all wounds."

As Father’s Day approaches, I remember my father not so much for the memories that we created when he was alive, but for the memories that he is helping me create now.  My father, Austin Marion Roberts was only in my life for 5 years, after which time he left me and my mother Sadie.

Stephanie had just lost her husband to cancer. The first few days after his passing had been a whirlwind, as she attempted to get everything arranged for Steve’s memorial service. On top of that, she had four kids to tend to through this tumultuous time.

                                           MICHAEL 

All my life, i have been a "watcher" I am fascinated by people and situations. Most especially, family situations.I don't know why.I would see a family out in public,and think "I wonder what they are like at home?" Are they happy? What do they talk about?? An old person by themself?? Oh gosh,I simply can't take it. I see sadness when it may not even exist.

   

Upon the wings of AngelsYou arrived at Heavens doorYour spirit is now perfectYour pain and trials are no more

Of all the emotions we have to fight, I think rage is the hardest one. Once all the others settle a little, the rage seems to build, get stronger. At times,I wonder if that happens so that it burns the harsher emotions away for a while, gives us a rest from the sorrow. It would seem that of all the emotions, this one flares the most often.

We stand up and we fall down, we stand up again and for a while we cope and feel stronger … then we fall down again.  Frankly, sometimes it feels like you’re being shoved down.  That is the nature of grief. 

When I was in 3rd grade, my father and I went on a “YMCA Indian Guides” camping trip with the rest of my “Tribe.” Yes, I am well aware that in today’s politically correct world a pasty white fat guy like me should not be using those terms, but I loved that organization, and I loved those trips. I was the youngest of four, and those trips meant rare one on one time for my dad and me.

 Death comes, we have to let goOur heart hurts, as it's breaking so...Though we know our loved ones, have gone to a better peaceful placeYet we cant stop the tears, streaming down our face.