"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty."
Losing a child is like a broken down car. To go in reverse brings painful memories. To go forward is too scary without your child. So we sit in neutral with our hands clutched to the emergency brake, hoping someday to find a way to run again.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Between parent and child there is a bridge, which neither time nor death can shatter; each stands at one end, waiting to cross, and unite for eternity.
“Every one can master a grief but he that has it.”
Please be patient with me; I need to grieve in my own way and in my own time.
Please don't take away my grief or try to fix my pain. The best thing you can do is listen to me and let me cry on your shoulder.
Don't be afraid to cry with me. Your tears will tell me how much you care.
Please forgive me if I seem insensitive to your problems. I feel depleted and drained, like an empty vessel, with nothing left to give.
Please let me express my feelings and talk about my memories. Feel free to share your own stories of Johnny with me. I need to hear them.
Please understand why I must turn a deaf ear to criticism or tired clichés. I can't handle another person telling me that time heals all wounds.
Please don't try to find the "right" words to say to me. There's nothing you can say to take away the hurt. What I need are hugs, not words.
Please don't push me to do things I'm not ready to do, or feel hurt if I seem withdrawn. This is a necessary part of my recovery.
Please don't stop calling me. You might think you're respecting my privacy, but to me it feels like abandonment.
Please don't expect me to be the same as I was before. I've been through a traumatic experience and I'm a different person.
Please accept me for who I am today. Pray with me and for me. Should I falter in my own faith, let me lean on yours. In return for your loving support I promise that, after I've worked through my grief, I will be a more loving, caring, sensitive, and compassionate friend-because I have learned from the best.
Touched by an Angel
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until Love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of Love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that Love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only Love
which sets us free.
~ Maya Angelou ~
Your name is upon my tongue. Your image is in my sight. Your memory is in my heart. Where can I send these words I write?
Love doesn't end with dying, Or leave with the last breath. For someone you've loved deeply, Love doesn't end with death.
Pictures, quotes, and poems, thanks to Karen's Quote Kollections, Tribute Balloons Photos, poet ~ Maya Angelou, and several precious grieving mothers