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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?"
cuz its ur mum and we only get one. sure shes smiling down on you |
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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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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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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
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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
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I relive the week that she died, I know where I was in each hour  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Its strange my autie who was like my mum died this year july ... we would chat about everything she was a swinger too and i even sorted out men for her ... she would chat about Angles and say if ever she go would make sure .. i new she was around ...so far i have had 8 white feathers some in places you would never think of finding them ... my car seat , at a horse show my basket with brushes in .. there was a big white feather ..... Dinner out was on my seat On top of my pc.... now john say when i get one Auties here ...... and i feel she is .  |
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By (user no longer on site)
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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..
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By *annGentMan
over a year ago
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You'll never stop missing her.
Your tears are the price we all pay for loving close ones so much.
I miss my first wife soo much, though grief is very individualistic.
KBO, as Churchill said
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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You don't, it just shows your humanity, and it does get easier.
I lost mine 31 years ago and still think about her and occasionally get emotional.
It is natural, but she lives on in you, remember that xx |
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By *umpkinMan
over a year ago
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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!  |
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By (user no longer on site)
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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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I don't think you ever can.
My mother died 2 days before my 7th birthday in 1969, & my dad passed away when I was 21 in 1984.
I have no brothers or sisters, so have had to make the best of life. It's been tough at times but 10 yrs at boarding school made me able to look after myself.
And also a bisexual swinger apparently just wants to have fun?  |
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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.
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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.
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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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By *umourCouple
over a year ago
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All I can add to this is "Thank you"!
Bit odd, I hear you say? It is a thank you for the topic about the loss someone close. We have lost a nephew in an horrific car crash and fire. It was Jan 2007 and it is still raw. It was not his fault and that does give some comfort that he never caused pain to the passengers of his car. This thread has brought his picture back into our minds, where we had drawn a veil over it because it is still painful.
It made me phone my olds again too. Way out of sequence and they thought there was something wrong, but I yearned to hear them again. At my age, most have lost one parent at least. Both of us are lucky in that we have a full set, but it is also tinged with sadness and fear. My parents are close to 90 and Mrs R's are close to 80 so I suppose we have to expect that call.
But while we can still see them, we will consider ourselves very lucky and will enjoy it while it lasts, in the full knowledge that one day soon we will have to face up to that loss. To all who have lost people close to them, our thoughts are with you. To those who are lucky enough not to have lost anyone, make the most of what you have
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By (user no longer on site)
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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 |
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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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By (user no longer on site)
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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. "
wow so moving and here it is:
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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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