Hello @John3. I do hope that our loved ones are still counted as part of the family and your mention of the poem 'We are Seven" makes good sense. I truly hope that my beloved Mike is still around me and guiding me in daily life. It is the thought of making him proud of me that has helped me through this last 12 months. We need to keep talking about them. They are never truly gone until we stop talking about them.
Love and light. x
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Thanks for your reply Jean.
I totally agree, we keep our loved ones close by talking about them. Like you, whatever I do in life, I hope that Joyce not only approves but is proud of what I have achieved.
Take care.
Hello, John3,
I am certain that your beloved Joyce is with you, just as I am certain that my Stan is with me. The Lake District holiday sounds lovely, Our loved ones never leave us, in my opinion and I consider that all who have passed before are still part of our families.
Take care,
MaryL
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Hello John, how I understand that poem. I lost my brother 5 months before losing my husband. 2017 was a very bad year. I still say we are eight; I have six brothers and one sister and I will always have six brothers and one sister. That fact cannot be altered.
Like Jean, I strive to make my husband proud of me.
Terry Pratchett wrote,
‘Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?’
George Eliot wrote,
‘Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.’
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Look for the rainbows there’s always sunshine at the end of it
Hi Jane,
I’ve seen the end of a rainbow twice and you are right, there is sunshine at the end of it, but not the pot of gold I was hoping for!
It actually came from a poem that I once wrote
The following is taken from A Valley Journal by Abi May.
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 Catherine’s 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 came across the following again yesterday and I always find it very moving:
I am standing upon that foreshore. 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 and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says “There! She’s gone!”
“Gone where?”
“Gone from my sight, that’s all.”
She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says “There! She’s 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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Hello @Crazy_Kate. That is so beautiful so thank you so much for posting it. I’m sure it will help a lot of people on here. It certainly helped me.
Love and light. x
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When you can look at death in a different light it can bring so much comfort.
Thanks Katie xx
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I think I posted this the other day, on a different chat heading. So anyway as I love rhyming poetry this was my attempt regarding the loss of my wonderful wife Amanda just before Christmas
(Guardian Angel)
In my dreams you pay a visit
These false alarms are hard to bare
As I stir I feel your presence
I awake but your not there
I turn my head in your direction
An ingrained habit I can’t break
I pray your smiling face will greet me
How much praying does it take
I hear you voice in the distance
A sweeter sound there cannot be
But it’s over in an instance
My hopes dashed eternally
Someday we’ll be together
As fate meant us to be
Till then my Guardian Angel
Keep watching over me
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yes, a good way of describing something that can be indescribable in the human language
thank you
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Crazy Kate - I can always rely on you to come up with something to ease the pain for a while, and this is beautiful
You always help others in their grief - I do hope someone/ something is helping you! Thank you so much.
Hugs, AnnR x
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How very sweet and caring AnnR. Thank you, yes I have my coping strategies and people, plus this forum has played a huge part in providing me with comfort and understanding. Much love xx
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Thank you, Kate. x x x
I am so glad. You sound such a lovely person, and I have read so many of your posts.
I just had to thank you for your messages which, I am sure, make us all feel better. Enjoy the rest of the weekend.
Hugs, AnnR x
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Thank you lovely Rainbow…
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