A mother to an Angel, What does that mean?
To live a life with your child never to again be seen.
To have your heart ripped to shreds,
To live each day wishing I were dead.
To never be whole again,
To have this eternal lifelong pain.
To never know the answer why,
To pass the day and only cry.
During the holidays my wife and I were having a discussion about our Being With Grief meetup group. We started this group over a year ago and now have over 60 members. That number tells us there are a lot of people out there who recognize that they are suffering and grieving for one reason or another. Yet, only a handful of those people actually show up at each meeting.
i write this to all who need some love
take a look at the sky up above
There is someone listening to your prayers
They know your asking and they care
People can be mean an no filter to their mouth
I love my man he's from the South
i love when he says yes sir and yes ma'am
He truly loves me for who I am
i was told from a young age
From the Grieving Heart…
I often wonder where you are
can you hear me from afar
there is nothing to gain from your loss in my eyes
others are quick to judge but they've got a grudge
people don't know the feeling of grief if they have not experienced it
how do they know if they never felt it
for me it was and is life changing
I try not to go back to that day
Forever Young
Here I am and would give anything to hear you
I would give a big hug so tight
I would have helped you make it right
So many demons and dark issues would appear
You were so strong you never shed a tear
We were so much alike
In so many ways
I was your mini me
Up until the very next day
I'll always love you my dad my best friend
I must be dumb. I keep expecting life to be smooth, even when I’m grieving.
I know I expect “smoothness” because I get upset when life is bumpy. Silly. Life has always been bumpy.
