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Feel free to share your personal stories of loss and meet others who
are enduring the same emotions. This is a non-profit website
hoping to make a difference in the lives of those who have lost a
loved one....
"My dad recently died. I miss
him so much....I am depressed and maybe suicidal, but I don’t want
to talk to anyone."
"My dad died in November
2005. I was 27, almost 28. He has only been gone a
little over a year. It is difficult. I will always
miss him. But I have to go on. I think of him EVERY
day. It never gets "better" but it gets
"easier." He would want me to go on, enjoy my
life, and not ruin it (suicide or being depressed) because he is
gone. I understand that you miss him, but all life
ends. It's a fact of life. I think you need to talk to
someone (even if you don't feel you want to). Remember you
need to keep on living to keep your dad's memory alive. He
would not want you to end the fun times you can have here just
because he has passed on. Take care of yourself. You are
important to this world. Think of all the people whose lives
would be terrible without you here. It may not seem like it
now, but it will get easier. You have to go on. Best
wishes."
"If
I knew....the the last
time I SAW MY DAD ALIVE would be the last time, I would have
asked the nurses if the three of us could stay a little longer in
his ICU room (even though visiting hours were over), so I could hold
& squeeze his hand longer than a few seconds that evening. I let
that hospital rush everything too much. However, we cannot
change what we did not know."
"If I knew....it
would be the last time I saw my mom alive I would have held her as
she passed away. At least I was holding her hand, and at least
she isn't suffering anymore. It was hard today being the first
Christmas in my life without her." |
Walk
Within You
If I be
the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The
things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
Taken from The Smoke Jumper by Nicholas Evans 2001 |
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