Grief is a young widow trying to raise her three children, alone.
Grief is the man so filled with shocked uncertainty and confusion that he strikes out at the nearest person.
Grief is a mother going daily to a nearby cemetery to stand quietly and alone for a few minutes before going about the tasks of the day. She knows that part of her is in the cemetery, just as part of her is in her daily work.
Grief is the silent, knife-like terror and sadness that comes a hundred times a day, when you start to speak to someone who is no longer there.
Grief is the emptiness that comes when you eat alone after eating with another for many years.
Grief is teaching yourself to go to bed without saying good night to the one who has died.
Grief is the helpless wishing that things were different when you know they are not and never will be again.
Grief is a whole cluster of adjustments, apprehensions, and uncertainties that strike life in its forward progress and make it difficult to redirect the energies of life.
Thanks to Edgar Jackson
Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems to be empty.
Grief is like the ocean, it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
Some things cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
Little by little we let go of loss…..But we never let go of love.
How have YOU let go of YOUR loss little by little…..But never YOUR love?
SORROW AND GRIEF DRIVE YOU INTO GOD’S ARMS AND SHOW YOU RESOURCES YOU NEVER HAD AND NEVER KNEW YOU NEEDED!
