Showing posts with label Despair. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Saturday's Sayings - Holding Onto Hope… Amidst Despair







Saturday's Sayings

Holding Onto Hope… Amidst Despair











~"Grief The Unspoken" 

No matter how you want to
spin it "Letting Go" has never
set well with many 
grievers. Letting go sounds 
like a direction given. We
should replace the two short 
words to "Healing Is 
Possible." Passing along hope
is what is needed. Not
direction. There are plenty of
teachers and others out in our 
world ready to give me help
with my grief. But if a person
has no hope, it makes it
difficult for the griever to
choose healing.




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Speaking of Hope… Then, there are the days when it seems everything, including hope, is knocked out from under you… We have just been through an "anniversary" ~ of yet another birthday… without our child… And for whatever reasons, the bottom was knocked out from under us, and we went spiraling down to a deeper level of grief from which it has been terribly hard to surface for air… O, the pain of feeling such moments of hopelessness, helplessness, and despair...

~Angie and Tommy





~Wings of Hope-Living Forward

I have found in the years that have passed
that I am most vulnerable
at times of remembrance. 
The word "anniversary"
no longer holds a promise of celebration. 
Instead, holidays and birthdays,
family gatherings and otherwise joyous occasions
contain an undertow of sorrow. 
If I get caught up in it,
I quickly get pulled under
and wind up gasping for breath. 
It is ironic that
the presence of an absence
can be so emotionally devastating.

– Bill Jenkins

~Wings of Hope - Living Forward




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~Remembering Sleeping Babies 


Grief rarely comes packaged in tidy stages with time frames for each. While grief can begin with disbelief, move to anger, sadness and end with acceptance, these reactions can just as readily occur every day following a loss. They may be stronger in the weeks or months after the loss and diminish as time goes on, but they may also be minimal at first or suppressed and then surge up powerfully long after one thinks one "should" be grieving.

The important aspect to remember in relation to grief is that there is no timetable to it nor any "normal" manifestations. Some people cry endlessly while others merely become quiet, some make themselves extremely busy while others sink into inertness. For some, anger predominates and for others it is deep sadness. Grief is more like a rollercoaster of emotions that rise and subside over a period of months or even years than a set of fixed reactions that one passes through and is finished with.

One will experience days of calm when acceptance seems to have finally arrived followed by a time perhaps of renewed rage or weeping. Of course, significant anniversaries will likely rupture one's emotional stability again. Coming across memorabilia, photographs or passing through a place of importance to the loved and lost one can also lead to a welling of grief once more.

~Wings of Hope-Living Forward

~Thanks to Grieving Mother, Lu Prudhomme




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~"Grief The Unspoken" 




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~Remembering Sleeping Babies


“It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. 

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. 

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. 

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. 

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. 

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. 

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. 

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. 

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer





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~I Miss Those Close To Me Who Are Now In Heaven As Beautiful Angels



When others allow a parent or family to openly and freely talk to them about their child who has died, they are allowing that parent the blessing of remembering that child's life, validating that their child had purpose and meaning, and they are helping that parent to be a parent. Just because a child dies does not mean a parent is no longer a parent! And, as we know, every parent loves to talk about his/her child -- even if that child is no longer here on earth! It is such a blessing for others to say, "I remember your child, too! I have a story to tell you." Or, if the child loss occurred during miscarriage or other early loss, "I was so happy for you when you were pregnant. I'm praying for you and hope your heart isn't feeling so broken today." Eloquent words aren't needed, but caring words are!

~Silent Grief - Child-Loss Support

~Thanks to Grieving Mother, Kathryn Bonnett




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~"Grief The Unspoken" 

You're Still Here - Richard Lepinsky

At the finest level of my being,
you're still with me.
We still look at each other,
at that level beyond sight.
We talk and laugh with each other,
in a place beyond words.
We still touch each other,
on a level beyond touch.
We share time together in a place,
where time stands still.
We are still together,
on a level called Love.
But I cry alone for you,
in a place called reality.




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~Out of the Ashes 



“Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.”
~Elisabeth Elliot

~Thanks to Hope for the Broken Hearted




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~Out of the Ashes 




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~Remembering Sleeping Babies 












1st Picture, thanks to ~"Grief The Unspoken" 

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Saturday's Sayings ~In Loving Memory~ Another Child-Loss Parent Lost to Grief…




Tom Calvert with his son David




Saturday's Sayings


~In Loving Memory~


Another Child-Loss Parent Lost to Grief…




























David Calvert


Tom Calvert

Heroin

Heroin took my son took him far away
I found him on his bed so dead as he lay
Eyes closed in sleep spoon on night stand
Bloody foam in mouth with needle in his hand
This vision haunts my dreams keeps me from sleep
What sin did I commit that this is what I reap
It’s hard to close my eyes so many tears I’ve cried
Thought I was a good dad and know I really tried
Where did it all go wrong that I must feel this pain
I’d give up my own life just to see him once again
To hold him in my arms and tell him of my dreams
Tell him how I love him in frustration I do scream
There’s no turning back these cruel hands of time
How stupid I must be trying to capture this in rhyme
There’s just no explaining the feelings in my heart
I want to live again but don’t know where to start

Written 02/18/10 by: Thomas Patrick Calvert

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Tom Calvert

On May 25th it will be two years...............I still cry every day.


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David Calvert


Tom Calvert

Another Night



You were only twenty-three on the day you died

And since that fateful day each night I have cried

Another endless night streaming out my tears

As I think of you dead and all the stolen years

Haunting screams I hear in the middle of the night

My dreams blown away like a broken string kite

So beautiful you were in oh so many ways

It’s hard here now without you these are empty days

I miss your gleaming smile and the light in your eyes

I ache for your laughter and the times we shared a cry

I want to cook you crab cakes and see you fall in love

I want to see you happy and I pray you are Above

I want to see you marry and hold your precious child

I’m sorry I must stop I have to cry awhile

Written 07/08/ 2010 by: Thomas Patrick Calvert


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I belong to several grief groups on the internet. In the ten months in which I have been active in these groups, I have seen 3 mothers succumb to their grief over their child's death by taking their own lives. Yesterday, I learned of the death of a child-loss father whom I had gotten to know through his very poignant poems. Eleven days ago on 10/3/11, I put onto my blog post a poem called "Empty" that Tom Calvert had written about his child-loss grief. Best I can tell, that was the last poem Tom would put on the internet before he succumbed to his grief and took his own life on October 8, 2011, just last Saturday. I am heart-broken over this loss, another precious parent grieving a child, buried down under his load of grief, and gone too soon… The final words of Tom's last-entered poem were these:


I pray to you Jesus please touch your Hand to me.




The words I had written to Tom over these past two months I've known him and his response are all below:



After I first read Tom's poem "Heroin," my heart went out to him, and I sensed the desperate cry within his soul, so I wrote the following note to him under his poem:




Angie Prince ‎{{{Tom}}} I am so sorry for your loss of your precious son and the angst of the images in your head. Some of the traumatic visuals that were attached to our children's death can be very effectively "resolved" with a new treatment available called EMDR (eye movement desensitization and reprocessing). I am a therapist so I am very aware of its availability and its success although I am not trained yet to do it. But my best friend in grief who lives in California had it done over the images of her child's suicide, as did her husband and her son, and it was very effective for all three of them. It does not remove the memory, as you need your memories. It takes the toxicity out of it so that you can better function, and puts the memory back into the past where it belongs rather than as an ongoing trauma for you. (The trauma does not need to be in the present for there is nothing we can do for our child now (so the terrorizing pain that you have no longer has a useful purpose now), so the trauma can be effectively treated now to help you to be soothed and to be better able to function.) {I hope this makes sense! You might want to google EMDR to learn more about how it works! Thank you so much for sharing your poem; it is very helpful for me to articulate my pain through poetry as well. (We lost our 19-yr-old daughter 5 years ago in a terrible car crash with friends, in which 3 of the 5 teens were killed.) May God bless you and comfort you in your deep loss and your deep pain.

September 11 at 12:09am · Like





Then I read his other poems as he put them out in the sequence in which I have them ordered here. When I got to his poem, "Empty," I wrote the following to Tom, and he responded back:



Angie Prince Tom, I am "lovingly lifting" your very poignant poem to share with my blog readers. May God bless and comfort you in your deep, deep pain over your loss of your precious son David, and like your poem says, may Jesus, our Loving Lord, indeed touch His Hand to you and your broken heart. You may find my child-loss grief blog (where my husband and I post of walking through our deep grief over the loss of our precious 19-yr-old daughter Merry Katherine) at


http://MotherGrievingLossofChild.blogspot.com/


~ Thank you for sharing your heart with us. October 3 at 8:36pm · Like




Tom Calvert Thank you Angie. The thought that anything I write because of my loss being used to help anyone who has suffered a similar loss is always welcome. I write because it just comes to me. It does not belong to me and you are welcome to share anything I write with anyone who you think may benefit from my words. I claim no rights ownership to any of it. If it helps one person; I have done something good from the worst tragedy I have ever suffered. God Bless you.

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Angie Prince Thank you again Tom, you are very gracious. And may God bless you as well, and may He hold you close to His heart.

October 4 at 11:31pm · Like




I pray tonight that, indeed, God heard Tom's plea, "Jesus please touch your Hand to me" and that our God is holding Tom close to His heart tonight. And I pray for each of us child-loss grievers, that we will avail ourselves to the gentle love of God for His loving comfort and sustenance for the rest of our earthly journey.


I added these comments under Tom's poems after his death, the first one upon just finding out on Wednesday, the 12th, that Tom had killed himself on Saturday, October 8th:


Angie Prince Karen, Thank you for sharing with us; I am so saddened and shocked by Tom's death. His poems touched my heart for his deep loss and depth of pain. I too pray for his family as now they grieve two precious lives. I pray that He was met by God's loving arms. I am simply stunned. May we all reach out to one another in our pain; and may we all meet one another with kindness as we never know the depths of pain that may be there. ~Much love to you all~

Wednesday at 11:29pm · Like · 1 person



Angie Prince I am so sorry we lost Tom to his deep grief. I barely knew him (through Facebook), but felt I knew him through his poems. And now to lose him is so, so sad. God, please help us all; our grief is so heavy to bear. RIP Tom.

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~R.I.P. Tom and David~









Pictures, thanks to Tom Calvert via TheCompassionateFriends/Atlanta, Facebook