Yes seems like we’ve all had a rough one today haven’t we. Let’s hope for an easier day tomorrow. Thinking of u all x
This is the poem we have chosen for dad’s service x
It’s lovely and very comforting
Its lovely sam x
Thank you x
i am so tired of this never-ending grief and it’s early days yet for me. I’ve cried already this morning. I’m going to try and be healthy this weekend, but I don’t think there is an off button.
I know it’s hard work. This last week has probably been the hardest so far. I think the first few weeks we was in autopilot and shock. Now we’re just empty with no energy x
Sam1975, you’ve come across, as so very strong. It’s certainly isn’t easy.
Morning daffy
Please remember it’s still such early days for you. I’ve been going through this for 4 more months than you and am still crying and feeling despair.
Stop putting pressure on yourself to stop. When you do, you do.
Bit by bit I notice I am improving very very slowly although its not unusual for me to have a really bad day out of the blue.
Try and have an ok weekend. I’m over half way through dry January but would love a glass of wine this weekend. I’m not going to though.
Cheryl x
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That’s lovely Sam, it’s a tricky job picking the right one for this occasion and there are so many great poems to choose from.
I hope you don’t mind, this is one of the poems I chose for my mums funeral,
Think of me as one at rest,
for me you should not weep
I have no pain no troubled thoughts
for I am just asleep
The living thinking me that was,
is now forever still
And life goes on without me now,
as time forever will.
If your heart is heavy now
because I’ve gone away
Dwell not long upon it friend
For none of us can stay
Those of you who liked me,
I sincerely thank you all
And those of you who loved me,
I thank you most of all.
And in my fleeting lifespan,
as time went rushing by
I found some time to hesitate,
to laugh, to love, to cry
Matters it now if time began
If time will ever cease?
I was here, I used it all,
and now I am at peace.
I love you mum, Shaun x
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Thats lovely shaun.
I chose one for mum but in the end we didnt use it as it was too emotional.
I dont even recall the order of service now and fobt particularly want to look at it again.
Maybe in time I will x
Oh Shaun I’m in bits!!?
I think I might save that poem for my own funeral. It’s very apt for my mum. Her little head was so frequently troubled. Bless her
One from my Mum’s. I also used part of a paragraph from Shakespeare’s The Tempest, as she loved the play. I post up the little paragraph later.
Afterglow – Helen Lowrie Marshall
I’d like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when day is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
And bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
To dry before the sun
Of happy memories I leave
Behind – when day is done.
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Sorry to upset you Jooles. It summed up my mum as well. It is a lovely poem though and can bring me to tears too. X
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Thank you for your kind words. I’m still shocked but I think reality is beginning to sink in. I looked at Mums coat on the door and it dawned upon me she’s not going to be coming back to wear it.
Shaun, it’s a lovely poem.
I spoke at my dad’s funeral. I thought it would be hard but we were in so much shock. A bunch of us spoke.
It was ridiculous
4 days earlier he was making lunch for my mom, 6 days earlier he played tennis for 2 hrs with me and my son.
I could never do that now - I would be in pieces trying to get one word out.
All of your poems are very nice. we are just a blip in time. Even if we all live to be 100! Its still only a short interval. I look around now and realize this. In 100 years, 0 people here now will be here then.
You’re welcome for ruining everyone’s day.
Thank you all for keeping me sane through this.
Ell
And the little one from Shakespeare, as the Tempest was one of her favourites. It’s was not read out, but was meant for reflection.
‘Our revels now are ended’
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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