Within the last year and a half I have lost both of my in-laws... even though we knew their time was short, it still hurt... so many memories come alive and it those memories which will... eventually... give us a new life... an excellent tribute... your Dad would be proud
For these types of losses, there are no words...to say I am sorry for your grief does nothing to heal of fill the void, no matter how heartfelt, they are still hollow words. I lost my father so I will say that though I can be empathetic, I cannot know the personal pain that washes through you. This is an excellent poem, Michelle and perhaps through placing your sorrows upon the page you can let go of the pain and live within his warm love that radiates through you.
Take care,
Sherry
Michelle,
Like so many illnesses, emphysema is one of those that slowly take our loved ones, while we can do nothing but sit and watch.
That pain becomes almost or even moreso intense than that of the patients'. In the end we know their suffering has ended, and they are at peace. But ours? We can only take one day at a time, and get through it without them the best way we can, and with the passing of time will come the ease of our loss. We don't want to forget them, (as if we could anyway) but there does come that point where we have to let them go, and just be happy knowing that we will one day be together again, and what a wonderful time that will be.
My prayers are with you as you go through this very difficult time.
Gone but never gone is how I prefer to think of both of my long departed parents. I lost both when I was in my early twenties but they are still close by even today.
Felix
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on January 5, 2006
A lovely tribute. He lives on through you and what he taught you.
Michelle, you have my deep heartfelt condolences. Thank you so much for sharing this It truly is the first writing I've read that ever came close to the way I felt when my father died. It's been many years, but your poem, so beautifully says what I felt and still feel though with the passage of time the pain recedes and peace replaces it.
Eileen
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 5, 2006
Touches so deeply the reader when we lose a person so close it is hard to allow the healing process to be one of strength and growth you capture the grief, pain and emptiness one feels. IF this is a personal loss I wish peace.
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Sherry
Phil
Regis
Love Tinka
CJ
Like so many illnesses, emphysema is one of those that slowly take our loved ones, while we can do nothing but sit and watch.
That pain becomes almost or even moreso intense than that of the patients'. In the end we know their suffering has ended, and they are at peace. But ours? We can only take one day at a time, and get through it without them the best way we can, and with the passing of time will come the ease of our loss. We don't want to forget them, (as if we could anyway) but there does come that point where we have to let them go, and just be happy knowing that we will one day be together again, and what a wonderful time that will be.
My prayers are with you as you go through this very difficult time.
Lisa
Felix
Eileen