Listening Not Knowing What to Say
Silence today, is a rare valued presence to possess,
Those who are able to practice it will be truly blessed.
For in the season of sufferings and in healing solitude
There will be many who’ll need this blessing from you.
Just listening to the afflicted in pain is plenteous to bear
Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and whether you were fortunate enough to get to spend time with yours or were perhaps laying flowers on her grave, I hope you took the time to appreciate her somehow. While SevenPonds paid tribute to departed mothers on the holiday, today I’m looking at a poem from a mother’s point of view.
Your Mother is Always With You
- Anonymous
By Maureen Hunter Submitted On May 10, 2012
During my ten years of assisting families with making burial arrangements, I listened to countless expressions of regret by loved ones on behalf of the deceased. "I regret that he didn't, she didn't, I didn't, we didn't, or they didn't." This remorse that the deceased didn't get a chance to do something that they always wanted to do brings sadness and disappointment to the family and loved ones left behind.
I lost my brother before any of the people I know experienced any type of loss. I was 31, he was 32.
This whole mother's day thing can be a real drag when you don't have a mother. Advertisements on the radio and television... emails piling up in your mailbox... plans being created all around you. When you don't have a mother to celebrate, it's quite possible to feel like the loneliest person on the planet this week, especially, on Mother's Day.
My daughter Jaimè Jacinda was only with me for four short days before she passed away in my arms. My struggle to find answers to the questions ‘Why?’ and ‘Why Me?’ haunted me for a long time. Making sense of your own child’s death is no easy feat. How does one move on and find some sense of meaning in life when you’ve been challenged with the biggest injustice imaginable.
