Sunday, May 6, 2012

Saturday's Sayings - Love Doesn't End With Death...




Saturday's Sayings

Love Doesn't End With Death...









"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." 

~ Maya Angelou ~


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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.

~ Denise Bellion


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A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

~ Widely attributed to Walter Winchell 


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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.

~ Author Unknown








“Every one can master a grief but he that has it.”

~William Shakespeare, contributed by grieving mother, D. P.


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Dear Friend,
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Please don't push me to do things I'm not ready to do, or feel hurt if I seem withdrawn.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.

~Grieving Mothers 


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When tomorrow starts without me
and I'm not here to see...
If the sun should rise and find your
eyes filled with tears for me

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today...
While thinking of the may things 
we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you...
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

When tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart...
For every time you think of me,
I'm right there in your heart.

~Author unknown


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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. 

Love arrives 
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 ~

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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? 

~Author Unknown ~


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Love doesn't end with dying, Or leave with the last breath. For someone you've loved deeply, Love doesn't end with death.
~ Denise M. King


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Pictures, quotes, and poems, thanks to Karen's Quote Kollections, Tribute Balloons Photos, poet ~ Maya Angelou, and several precious grieving mothers
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