Saying goodbye is difficult, but together we are stronger.
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Grief is inescapable. It is part of being a human. We each will face grief and it is something you never want to get good at. My 104-year-old grandmother died earlier this week and part of the way I express my grief is to write. Some things are better expressed through poetry and the symbol of words.
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Grief is hard to hold onto
Like water
And fire.
It fills your belly
But you are hungry,
You perspire.
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Grief howls
At the moon
Inside your soul.
As it digs,
And digs
An ever greater hole.
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Grief is grim,
Serious and hard.
It moves.
It wraps a warm embrace
Around your shoulders,
Adds cement to your shoes.
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Grief takes
The memories, personality and
Soul.
But gives you time.
To think.
To enroll.
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Grief is dark
But light you will
Find.
As you embrace,
Warm and
Kind.
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Grief is a Wanderer,
A soul
On fire.
It will keep you warm,
Hand in hand,
Reaching higher.
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She floods me with light
Early morning sun,
Dancing.
Rising light,
Today gives fresh hope.
Eyes glancing.
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When you are away,
I feel a need for you,
To hold you.
But nothing,
Ever says the same.
It is true.
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Grief is hard to hold onto
Like water
And fire.
It fills your belly
But you are hungry,
You desire.
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Poem inspired by New Order, “Stray Dog.” Lyrics can be found here.
Photo by smswaby
Hi! Sorry for my english. I’m from Romania.I just need help because I feel so alone and I feel that nobody understands what I’m feeling right now.My grandmother,the one who raised me is dyeing. She is so ill. She has Alzheimer in stage 6 from 7 so this is really bad and she has also lungs cancer in stage 4.She is not the same. She knows who I am and although she forgot many people.I am the only granddaughter who remembers and somehow this is making me so sad and depressed because I know that she loved me so much.… Read more »
Ok, here we go. I lived upstairs from my grandmother. I was her favorite, she was the force that always grounded me. She passed away four days before I was to be discharged. Trying to navigate the red tape involved in an early discharge proved futile until, with just a day left before they were to bury her, I confessed to my Sgt. Major that I’d done everything the Marine Corps had ever asked of me without a single complaint, but that I was leaving with or without permission, and that I’d turn myself in upon returning. He got my… Read more »
DJ – I hope there is more – on this and the other things you mentioned. Your comment really touched me!
My aunt teases me that I always had my grandmother on a pedestal. Guilty as charged.
Sean, again, I’m so sorry for your loss and this was a beautiful way to honor her.
Hi Barbara.
Thank you. Yes, Sean sort of got hold of me with that one.
A bull in a china shop most of the time, I know, but what she always saw was, Ferdinand the bull. The word that can best describe what I felt around her is, Tranquility.
Hope all is well, hope you are edging toward that time when it begins to get easier, when the memories ebb away the sorrow.