OMG Kate 
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My day, my week, my year, my life from 20/3/18 and will be until we reunite 
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That’s exactly it, how we are and how we feel x
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Our ashes will be joined
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Ours too Sandra 
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Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.
So while we wait in line -
Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.
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This is beautiful and so true, thank you. Heather_Diane.
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Apart for one ‘Make’ I won’t have and a missing one that is very much on my list, ‘in line’ is true, and with no fear
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This is so true, San, thank you for sharing and I am very sorry that you have lost your friend. x
I was reminded of this poem/story today. I recall how, in the early days of my grief, I found it very poignant:
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
“There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
“Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
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The poem/story below was written by Abi May when she was some way through her journey of grief after losing her daughter. I could relate to it, as those of you further along your journey might too. I doubt it will be of much comfort to those newly bereaved but if nothing else it may give hope.
It happened to me yesterday.
I realised for the first time,
I might just survive.
So believe it or not,
On this occasion I think
I’ll write something a bit upbeat.
Up in the Peak District hills
Weaves the Monsal Trail;
Formerly for trains,
Now it’s an eight-mile path.
You can walk, cycle, enjoy the view
On a sunny day; it’s nice to do.
My first visit last year
Was a very short walk -
Coming to a tunnel,
Peering into the darkness.
I couldn’t go in, turned back;
That was a step too far.
My second visit was yesterday -
Started the walk, all went fine,
Arrived again at the tunnel.
People were walking out;
They’d been through and then I knew
I too could venture inside.
One foot in front of the other
I walked into the cool shade;
Overhead lights, not total darkness;
Breathing deeply, not sure I could.
But those others had come through;
Surely I could make it too?
I called her name.
Her voice echoed in the shadows.
I kept walking, step by step.
The tunnel curved, then I saw
Light at the end of this path
I was coming through.
Back in the light, I felt quite proud
I had managed the route.
A path so many trod with ease
Had challenged me on my road of grief,
Yet I had come through.
I will come through.
… And so can you.
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I can relate to this Kate and I also think it encapsulates the challenges we face as we try to emerge from 4 months of Covid lockdown and the anxiety that may bring.
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Beautiful, Kate, thank you.
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Finding your soulmate is quite rare
Sharing your life with so many happy years
With laughter,loving and occasionally tears
Now my heart is forever broken as your no longer here
[my heart as no room for any one new
as my baby Jayne it belongs to you.]
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Omg Kate I felt every word to I needed you today x 
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Dear Adele, I find poetry a huge help. I am always seeking the perfect words, whether it be in a poem, a song, a quote or any kind of writing. 
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Thankyou hun that hit me im heartbreakon destroyed mentally and physically thinking about everything we had planned for our future thankyou for your kind words means alot at this time thankyou stay safe X
FALLING APART
I seem to be falling apart.
My attention span can be
measured in seconds.
My patience in minutes.
I cry at the drop of a hat.
I forget things constantly.
The morning toast burns daily.
I forget to sign the checks.
Half of everything in the house is misplaced.
Feelings of anxiety and restlessness
are my constant companions.
Rainy days seem extra dreary.
Sunny days seem an outrage.
Other people’s pain and frustration seem insignificant.
Laughing happy people seem out of place in my world.
It has become routine to feel half crazy.
I am normal I am told.
I am a newly grieving person.
By Eloise Cole
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Came across this by accident (or did I?). It got to me. I’m not sure why. I’ve listened to it over and over. The voice is extraordinary. Perhaps it’s the voice which has captured me.
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