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"Missing someone Is 10 years this Saturday since my Mum died. I thought I would have been over it by now. So why do I keep crying?" I dont think it ever will. How lucky are we to have had such wonderful parents. Hugs xxxx | |||
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"Missing someone Is 10 years this Saturday since my Mum died. I thought I would have been over it by now. So why do I keep crying?" Because she meant so much. And that's a healthy thing. xx | |||
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"cuz its ur mum and we only get one. sure shes smiling down on you " Hmm wonder what she'd really think ![]() | |||
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"Sometimes people don`t stop missing someone..even after years.. Its not a bad thing...something to feel is wrong.. If the grief affects the quality of your life...you could start to wonder, what to do about it... Otherwise, it adds colour..x " I relive the week that she died, I know where I was in each hour ![]() | |||
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"Sometimes people don`t stop missing someone..even after years.. Its not a bad thing...something to feel is wrong.. If the grief affects the quality of your life...you could start to wonder, what to do about it... Otherwise, it adds colour..x I relive the week that she died, I know where I was in each hour ![]() Thats sounds like tough and a little raw..watching suffering can be a legacy thats hard to let go off...I see my father in pain from the cancer...tho it is subsiding...guess we`re different...o our relationships were.. I`m sure she would want you to let go of the pain....easy trite words I know.. I`m sure she would want you to remember the good memories more... I feel for you...life and how we see things, aren`t always easy to live with..its not like theres a rule book.. X | |||
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"....you dont " Exactly, you don't. _rummps x | |||
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"My Dad died about 35 years ago and I`ve got used to not having him around but I still dream he`s alive but as soon as I`ve dreampt he is alive I tell myself in the dream that he can`t be alive because he died so long ago! Really odd recurring dream! ![]() I have had this recurring dream too, since my Dad died over 30 years ago. Less often these days though. | |||
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"Some words that may bring you comfort, a poem that helped me through a close family death. Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household world that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well. " Had this reading at my Dad's funeral (7 years ago) and I have always taken a little peek at it when feeling low. Thanks for the lovely reminder ![]() | |||
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"Some words that may bring you comfort, a poem that helped me through a close family death. Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household world that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well. Had this reading at my Dad's funeral (7 years ago) and I have always taken a little peek at it when feeling low. Thanks for the lovely reminder ![]() ....also had this read at my partners funeral. I had found it typed on a sheet of paper in a second hand book. He read it out to me, he was dead two days later. During the reading all I could hear was his voice not my friends. | |||
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"My mum had Pancreatic Cancer and her death was very sudden. When sorting through her things I found a slip of paper in her writing. If my Mother could have spoke before she died, These are the words she would have said. Weep not for me and courage take, and love each other for my sake. That piece of paper is very precious, just wish I could follow it" . Beautiful words to find. | |||
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"Some words that may bring you comfort, a poem that helped me through a close family death. Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used Put no difference in your tone, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household world that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, Just around the corner. All is well. Had this reading at my Dad's funeral (7 years ago) and I have always taken a little peek at it when feeling low. Thanks for the lovely reminder ![]() wow so moving and here it is: THIS IS THE MOST VISITED PAGE ON WWW.POETICEXPRESSIONS.CO.UK PLEASE 'TELL A FRIEND', MENTION THE SITE IN YOUR WORK, OR SEND A DONATION TO MARIE CURIE. THANKS and TAKE CARE. Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant It is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral | |||
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