A friend said to me "I don't know how you do it". I told him "you just do". I have to convince myself that Andy is up there, over there, wherever he is and is rooting for me to go on. Pick myself up, dust off the dirt and get back on the horse so to speak.
We go to sleep at night with the knowledge that the sun will rise tomorrow. The moon, whether it is waxing, waning, full or eclipsed, will soar across the night sky. Stars will hang in the deepest of space. These are truths we don't question for they have always been there. Death changes that promise of another tomorrow.
The grief path is like no other.
It is cruel and alienating. It changes your relationship with the world and those around you. You become a stranger in a world where your perspective cannot be fully understood by those around you who have not been touched by life’s biggest tragedy: losing half of yourself to eternity.
Grief and deep sorrow struck my family with hurricane force the day my beautiful daughter died. Reeling from shock and in disbelief, we picked through the wet, rotting debris of our wrecked lives, searching for the familiar. Not one element of my family’s existence remained untouched in the aftermath of this formidable storm.
"I never dreamed anything could be so painful. It's like my insides are being put through a meat grinder, or like half my heart has been ripped away," Lorraine said, wringing a dishtowel as she stared into her lap.
Then, looking up into my eyes, she asked, "Where did he go? How could he leave? What am I supposed to do? How am I going to handle this? Who am I now?"
By Tamara Richardson Submitted On March 15, 2015
We talk about or write of our loss, we are scratching the surface of what we really feel. The grief is so shocking, there are no words to honestly describe what it is, what we are truly feeling. That may be for the best because as we talk to others, they cannot comprehend that small amount sorrow we share, the true depth would more than others could take.
All her life
she slept with one pillow
then she found him
and the One became Two.
She'd sleep on her tummy
he'd sleep on his side
sometimes their feet touching
always their souls intertwined.
When you open the doorway to Heaven
You will see all the beauty inside
The Angels will be there to meet you
And Jesus will smile with Pride
The light will take all of your worries
And God will fill you with pure love
The choir will sing pure sweet music
As you start your new journey above
The Pocket Knife - by Shannon Brook
