grief-and-loss

Journey becomes difficult when we know the destination but not aware of the right path, may be the supreme power testing your moral and physical stamina.

The intensity of my grief hits the mountains across Eclipse Sound, and then echoes throughout Arctic. There__ nobody around. I can barely see the town below the hill, nestled within the valley of barren tundra, across from the tiny airport, my only access to the south. I__ alone amidst this desolate landscape and there__ nowhere to hide. No trees or buildings or distractions. It__ just me in the depths of my suffering and all my faults and mistakes of the past are exposed underneath the spotlight of the midnight sun.

But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.

Please don__ tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

Feb. 1, 1965Storm late at night, heavy rain, a thunderous racket, the windows shaking. I heard my name called. A woman__ voice in hell pleading with me to join her.

When shall I cease to regret you! _ When learn to feel a home elsewhere! _ Oh! Happy house, could you know what I suffer in now viewing you from this spot, from whence perhaps I may view you no more! _ And you, ye well-known trees! _ but you will continue the same. _ No leaf will decay because we are removed, nor any branch become motionless although we can observe you no longer! _ No; you will continue the same; unconscious of the pleasure or the regret you occasion, and insensible of any change in those who walk under your shade! _ But who will remain to enjoy you?

Love is love," I told her, as I tell all of my patients who are ashamed to find themselves shattered by the death of a dog. "Loss is loss.

It is ludicrous why we human beings try so hard to conceal our tear. We fail to fathom that the more we camouflage our tears, the more we escalate the burden of grief in our heart. It is simple and wise to let the burden of grief metamorphose into tears and flow from our eyes.

When tragedy comes like this, at first it is complete. You do not need to think it over, or decide what it means. For it is far ahead of you, and the very act of acknowledging it means letting it go. But then it comes round again - and it goes through you and is worse than before.

Wracking sobs rip from the innermost chamber of my heart, and I give into them, allowing them to fully take over. Pain lances me on all sides, and I bury my head in my knees, giving in to the heartache.I cry for my parents.For my lost life.For the threat that Addison poses, scaring me in ways it shouldn__.For a boy I can__ have and shouldn__ want.For the never-ending gut-wrenching hollow ache in my chest and the soul-crushing loneliness I feel.

Birth is not a beginning; it__ a continuation. That lends tremendous comfort because we then understand that, equally true, death is not an end; it__ merely a continuation.

How do you love someone and just_ walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal_. You get up, get dressed, go to work_ How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

I still think of you every day.But I__ trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

There__ only ever been one person I__e looked at and thought__ could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man_.And sooner or later I need to accept that he__ spending it with somebody else.

It__ just never going to get any easier is it. It__ never going away, this missing you. It__ going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself _ along with all the other sadnesses _ and quietly carry around with me forever_

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life_But what hurts more is knowing you__l revise that chapter someday_._.. and you__l erase me completely.

I try to do something positive _ I socialise more_But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I__e lost.

If you__e searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words _ you won__ find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written _ but you__l never find what__ in your heart.How can you?He has it.