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Do pictures of your loved ones hurt or help?
Loss & Grief | Last Active: Aug 24, 2023 | Replies (69)Comment receiving replies
thisismarilynb
I hope the picture you put out will soon bring you more happiness than sadness. The flowers are a great idea. I'm going to do that too, thank you. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it, probably a guy thing.
I don't think I will ever get over the loss of my parents. Because of the severity of my seizure disorder I lived with my parents all my life. Both the parents 34 years, my mom 66 years. Not like your situation of course, but we were very close. The pain, anguish, and sorrow and all is something I don't think I'll ever get over but I know my parents would want me to go on to live as happy and independent life as possible. For me, pictures and knowing what my parents wanted for me helps me live a more positive life.
When I am sad I think of this poem,
To Those I Love
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you there.
(I'd come-I'd come, could I but find a way
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
please do not let the thought of me be sad...
For I am loving you just as I always have...
You were so good to me
There are so many things I wanted still to do so many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear-
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face...
We cannot see Beyond...
But this I know.
I loved you so 'twas heaven here with you
~Isla Paschal Richardson
Blessings,
Jake
Replies to "thisismarilynb I hope the picture you put out will soon bring you more happiness than sadness...."
That is soo lovely. It prompts me to give another meaningful tid bit:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow;
I am the gentle autums rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in ciecled flights.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there: I did not die.
Author Unknown
Post Script: The identity of the author is unknown, but in the NBC movie "Better Late than Never", presented Octobeer 17, 1978, Harold Gould portraed an elderlly man who delivered a grave side eulogy from an old friend. This poem was the eulogy.
John Carpento, who wrote the television script, reported that he had heard this poem in December 1977, when the late John Wayne delivered it as the eulog at the funeral of film director Howard Hawks.
One of my all time favorites and have requested this to be said aloud at my journey in to the night.
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That is beautiful Jake. Thank you.