grief-and-loss

We do not have control over many thingsin life and deathbut we do have controlover the meaning we give it.

Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn__ care who was cut in the process.

Never compare your grief.You - and only youwalk your path.

I will always wear this scar. It's called love.

You will live in me always. Your words, your heart, your soul are all part of me. My heart is full of your memories. Thank you for the gift of your life. I will never forget you.

Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.

But in all of the sadness, when you__e feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You__e got to remember that grief isn__ the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.

Do you ever miss it, not being a doctor anymore?" I shook my head, frowned a little. "I really don't. Something delicate and essential broke inside me when Isabella died. It will never be repaired, Kyle, at least I don't think so. I couldn't be a doctor now. I find it hard to believe in healing anymore.

Death will paint everything a different shade of remorse. You__l feel guilty that you__e still breathing. But you can__ stop.You__l feel guilty for wanting to laugh again. And it will be awful the first time that you do. You__l feel guilty for just about everything at first.And someday, at some point, you__l start to feel guilty . . . for forgetting to feel guilty.But of all Heaven__ lessons, guilt isn__ one of them. You don__ need to hold on to it. It doesn__ need to be a practice and it shouldn__ be your life. Heaven would never approve of your guilt.Because Heaven has no regrets.

Sorrowers tend to avoid what they are most fond of and try to give vent to their grief.

The morning after Jim__ death, as I dried off after my shower, I wondered to what extent, if at all, Jim was_around. Could he be with us, unseen or unsensed by us, but able to observe? Most importantly at this moment, could he possibly see me naked?

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

It__ okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying,like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it__ vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

I am the mother of three children whose birth mother died of cancer when they were young. When I met them, they were ages twelve, ten, and eight, all grieving in very different ways. I have seen first hand the pain and confusion that accompanies childhood loss. But I have also seen the healing that can take place when children begin to understand who Jesus is and how much He loves them. By using our family's personal experience as a foundation, I hope this book will be a refuge for grieving children to express their sorrow, to feel understood in all their pain, and to come to know that God is their ultimate source of comfort, healing, hope, and joy here on earth, as well as in heaven.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

To all the motherless daughters out there; may your heartache serve you in the best of ways. May your grief give you a better understanding of yourself, may your sentiment allow you to express and create, and may your love expand beyond what you ever thought possible.

I find myself smiling, finally. I guess I do remember how to do it. You just turn the corners of your mouth up.

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