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I Feel Trapped Sometimes

 

When grieving, we can feel trapped. It can feel like our options are stripped away, one by one. 

 

From the Grieving Heart:

While On The Road To Heaven

While on the road to Heaven
The streets are paved with Love
The lights that shine the way for us
Are made by God Above
Sweet music fills the air around...
As Angels sing their song
Our family there to meet us

10 Ways to Keep a Loved One's Memory Alive

Having lost 4 family members in just over 3 years, my world was turned upside down. I felt an ache in my heart and in my arms. I knew they were still in my heart but I needed something I could physically hold or actually see to comfort me. Although nothing brought them back or took away the pain, having some tangible reminders of them eased the pain.

 

Love Never Goes Away

Hey You, it’s me in Heaven
And I’m here to say Hello
I didn’t get to say goodbye
Before I had to go
I want to let you know that...
I am here, just at your side
Just look to your left shoulder

Keys (Poem)

We pass these keys, to cease this journey

Our mind freezes, admiring the ceilings

Concealing these feelings of loss

Seemingly tossed inside a soulless world

Never taught how to sew the hurt

Yes, life is a tough tour

Although, we seek guides to countour

This maze which consumes the brain

How Much More am I Going to Lose?

 

When someone dies, we lose not only them, but many things attached to them. The losses can pile up quickly. 

Who's Next?

When loss hits, it shakes our world. Everything seems to change. Suddenly, we realize we could lose anyone at any time. Fear begins to invade.


FOREVER

Another year without you...

It’s always so depressing

     when I realize how long it’s been 

     since I’ve seen you; 

The Littlest Guru

Just before 5, I opened my eyes to see Greg, sitting at the end of the bed putting his shoes on. And I began to cry.

He turned around to face me. “What’s wrong?” he said.

“It stopped hurting.” I answered softly.

“Stopped hurting?”

“My incision.” I lifted my nightgown to reveal my scar, still darkened by pooled, clotted blood beneath the surface.

Grieving well takes a village, or at least a team

"Thanks to other people, I’ll make it. If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a team of brave hearts to help someone survive the loss of a child," Marge shared.

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