Take the very best of those you have lost and bring it out into the world in their honor.
Carry on where they no longer can and shine your light for them. Listen for the whispers in your mind of their words and trust they are always with you because you keep their memory alive with the life that you live.
~J.V. Manning
I'm sending this letter from Heaven
Just to tell you I'm doing alright
I'm so sorry for the pain you're all feeling
But I really did put up a fight
My God had different intentions
Every Body Has a Spirit
That The Human Eye Can't See
When We Leave This Mortal Earth
Our Spirit Is Set Free
The Loves We Shared Upon This Earth
With Our Spirit Still Remain
And Will Go On Forever
Until We Meet Those Loves Again
People Have So Many Questions
Unspoken Words Still Fill Their Head
Always Remember Your Loved One
I have been through so many conflicts and pain in the past 5 months and 2 weeks: physical and emotional as a result of my loss. Just wanting to be with the love I have lost - unable to endure the pain that losing him has caused. The daily agony of every second, every minute, every day that he is not with me.
My hands are shaking, I can't seem to get even a drink,
i look around, what must people think?
i am just 57 years old and sometimes i don't know,
I don't know my name, and I most surely don't know yours,
Recently, I heard the phrase, 'Respect my grief,' it gave me pause for thought. I had to look at this from various sides to try and understand it's meaning. I think it is not just one meaning, but a multitude. The words stuck in my head, echoed in my heart. It has a simple truth to it. It has taken months to sink in that no one has the grief I have. It is personalized, tailored just for me.
Thursday 9 October: 24 weeks today. I am so ill again today I had to leave work after 2.5 hours. So here I am lying in bed with another bout of bronchitis. Another week has passed. I still count in weeks. I'm not sure when I will start counting in months and the thought of years is paralyzing. I dread the 1 year mark. I dread the first Christmas without you, your birthday in January.
In your hand
A simple sweet reminder
A circle shape of unconditional love,
A center filled with memories,
Ste today I had to get the train to London. I couldn't help but compare my journey of grief with my journey on that train.
