I know this man Who is dear to my heart Suddenly one day It was torn all apart
This man taught me every thing That I needed to know But I never really listened Until he had to go
He gave me love And touched my life Its all over now He no longer has to fight He tried to teach me Right for wrong
The day he left I wasn't that strong He is gone now It is hard to believe This man is my dad Who I will never see
But I will see him again This I know The day will come When its time for me to go So, I'll hold him dear And close to my heart Cause the day we meet I know we'll never be torn apart.
© Disarae G. Kuhn
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Mourning can go on for years and years. It doesn't end after a year, that's a false fantasy. It usually ends when people realize that they can live again, that they can concentrate their energies on their lives as a whole, and not on their hurt, and guilt and pain.
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Angel In The Sky
There is a star in Heaven and on it is a place , that's been reserved for you since birth a place meant for your name.
This star has watched you through the years but it could not stand alone , it rested high on angel wings awaiting your trip home. You slipped away, I held you close , your soul flowed through my heart , I felt your last breath through my tears
I felt your pain depart. Tonight I looked up to the sky and there for me to view was one lone star shining bright your name was shining too. You were my angel on this earth , you're my angel in the sky.
Wait for me, someday you'll see our names shine side by side.
Written by Terri Onorato
Copyrighted © by Terri Onorato
This star has watched you through the years but it could not stand alone , it rested high on angel wings awaiting your trip home. You slipped away, I held you close , your soul flowed through my heart , I felt your last breath through my tears
I felt your pain depart. Tonight I looked up to the sky and there for me to view was one lone star shining bright your name was shining too. You were my angel on this earth , you're my angel in the sky.
Wait for me, someday you'll see our names shine side by side.
Written by Terri Onorato
Copyrighted © by Terri Onorato
Poem about Grief
Say not in grief that she is no more but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.
Journey of Grief
The Journey of Grief following a loss, a crisis or a significant life change is a very personal and often a very private one. Each person experiences his or her own unique journey. In the Journey through Grief, the bereaved person must learn how to deal with the loss, crisis or significant change. This requires learning how to cope with what may be a vast array of intense, painful and at times conflicting emotions. The grieving person must learn how to weather the storms that come their way, without losing courage or hope, realizing that in time they will overcome them.
Grieving people must also recognize that they may never "get over" their grief.
Some losses never entirely fade e.g. loss of child, loss of spouse, diagnosis with a terminal illness.
Instead what happens over time is that they learn how to integrate the loss or change into their lives and keep living.
The grieving process usually ends when the person realizes that they will survive, decides not to let the loss control his/her life, and begins to focus their energy on living.
The season of mourning, like spring, summer, fall and winter, will also pass.
Grieving people must also recognize that they may never "get over" their grief.
Some losses never entirely fade e.g. loss of child, loss of spouse, diagnosis with a terminal illness.
Instead what happens over time is that they learn how to integrate the loss or change into their lives and keep living.
The grieving process usually ends when the person realizes that they will survive, decides not to let the loss control his/her life, and begins to focus their energy on living.
The season of mourning, like spring, summer, fall and winter, will also pass.
Mourning can go on for years and years. It doesn't end after a year, that's a false fantasy. It usually ends when people realize that they can live again, that they can concentrate their energies on their lives as a whole, and not on their hurt, and guilt and pain.
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
About Me
The Dance
Looking back on the memory of the dance we shared , beneath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right , how was I to know that you'd ever say goodbye?
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,I could have missed the pain , but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held everything , for a moment, wasn't I the king? If I'd only known how the king would fall who's to say , you know I might have changed it all.
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.Our lives are better left to chance , I could have missed the pain,but I'd have had to miss the dance.
(Garth Brooks)
For a moment all the world was right , how was I to know that you'd ever say goodbye?
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,I could have missed the pain , but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held everything , for a moment, wasn't I the king? If I'd only known how the king would fall who's to say , you know I might have changed it all.
And now I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go.Our lives are better left to chance , I could have missed the pain,but I'd have had to miss the dance.
(Garth Brooks)
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