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
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
When loss hits, we feel vulnerable. This is natural and common, but uncomfortable. Life feels shaky, even scary now.
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.
This will cannot be fixed. Those around us, however, will try. Most are well-intentioned, perhaps, but that doesn't make their words helpful.
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
When someone dies, we lose not only them, but many things attached to them. The losses can pile up quickly.
Smooth flows, smooth flows, there’s no place for more foes
Searching for love in the wrong places, we propose to our roads
Share goals, share gold, that’s how deep the love goes
Every week we see ghosts, so many are fake close
Hatred switches sides like basketball teams, straight after half-time
Grief is exhausting. Missing someone can be incredibly draining. Everything seems like a solo climb of Mount Everest.
When we get hit by loss, our entire being feels the shock. We can feel like we're somehow disappearing, like shadows in the night.
Some losses change everything. We're not the same people we used to be. How could we be?
From the Grieving Heart: