To grow in grief

When you lose someone you love, you don’t simply grieve their loss. With them, you lose yourself and parts of those around you. With them, you lose friends and family and partners you thought would continually stand by you. With them, you lose light. With them, you lose love. With them, you lose a piece of kindness from your whole. With them, you lose faith in the Almighty. With them, you lose a version of life you were prepared for. With them, you lose a piece of life too.

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22 June 2008

Originally posted on Sun, moon & potatoes:
We got in the elevator and he wrapped his arm around me to try and comfort me. Comfort is a funny thing. Most other times it’s just awkward. I mean what do you tell your niece who understands nothing about death? I feel my uncle’s hand trembling against…

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In memory of Magical Mike

To my first and favourite philosopher,
thank you for your pearls of wisdom Magical Mike.

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Death matters

Growing up, I was terrified of death. I hated the thought of lying still in a box while the world went on without me. I feared losing someone and wondered what it meant to be dead. As a practicing Catholic, you wonder, do you go straight to heaven or hell? Is there no after life at all? As you grow up you simply…wonder.

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Happy birthday, Dad!

Lately I’ve been feeling cold at the thought of losing you even in spirit. It’s strange how the memory of death, even after years, just seems to come more to life.

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Eulogy: Till We Meet Again!

Found this while rummaging through an old drawer. An old sheet of paper folded in a corner, with a handwriting far too familiar. And in a few seconds, I was back to 2008. Back to that state of mind.

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Life Over Death

It’s been so long, I barely remember your voice anymore. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to feel safe. It’s been so long, I barely miss your absence anymore. The emptiness has taken over your fullness in flesh. It’s been so long, I don’t know how I feel anymore.

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Man of Gold

Old is gold In this case, it is but a memory A man of his word, a man full of life Today, he’s nothing but dust buried in the ground Memories… they last But they last for only as long as you want When memories begin to fade, guilt seeps in You wonder if it…

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June 22 ~ From Flesh To Dust

Dear Daddy, I miss you so much.  I’m twenty now. Graduated and employed, I hope you’re proud. I know you’re watching us from wherever you are. I know you’re with is in all that we go through. And while I’d like to think the best, I also know that you’re not here with me.  Sometimes…

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For The Love Of You

Woke up with a smile, thinking of the times we’ve spent together as a family. In spite of being a merchant navy officer and being away for months, there have been so many good memories with my father. As a husband, a father, a friend, a homemaker he’s always been around. Memories, after four years,…

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