Showing posts with label Grief Takes As Long As It Takes. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Wednesday's Woe - War Between the States: When Words’ Effect Berates…






Wednesday's Woe

War Between the States:

When Words’ Effect Berates…


The Importance of Not Comparing a
Death of Order (such as Child Losing a Mother), 
complicated though that may be, with a 
Death Out of Order (Mother Losing a Child)








War Between the States


Your state: Denial— 
My state: Under Fire
For still loving my dead child.


Clueless to my pain,
Doing what you do—
I cannot be around you.


Simply loving you—
I reach out to care,
But you stab me with a spear!


Blind to Child-Loss pain:
My heart you disdain—
(Its vulner’bility scares…)


Then words start to fly:
War declared ‘tween you and me
Slaughtering my heart…


Love must rear its head:
Declare— Our fellowship, “Dead!”
Camellias blooming blood red…





Moral of Story:
(No more words impart
To further grieve th’ mother’s heart!!!)


Interesting Note, the Japanese word for Red Camellia, Tsubaki, or 椿, has the meaning, 

“In Love, Perishing with grace”! 

So Apropos!





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Having just read the book _life after the death of my son: what i’m learning_ written by grieving father Dennis Apple, I was inspired to turn again to poetry, using both sides of my brain to try to capture the essence of what just had transpired between me and a family-of-origin member whose words were extremely hurtful to me.* 

Dennis Apple, on page 163 of his book, so aptly says the following words in regard to writing a haiku about some of our Death-of-Child experience: {Uncannily, it also describes the essence of my attempted conversation with the family member who was pushing me to move on, and stay away from (what he deemed as) “unnecessary” pain, and “unbeneficial” pain.)

“There are many who would think this exercise morbid. If you feel it would be helpful to you, do not let their feelings about it discourage you.”

Amen, brother. Amen!







Regarding the writing of the above haiku, I make the following notes to some of the exceptions taken to the typical haiku poem originated by the Japanese:

*Inspired by Dennis and Buelah Apple, I am using the “Haiku” style poem, although I am varying lines of 5- and 7-syllables in an attempt to describe some aspects of my grief (leaving out as Dennis and his wife often did, the usual haiku ingredient of using a seasonal word in at least one of the triplet lines (although I did use a seasonal phrase in my final triplet), as well as my own choosing to leave out the traditional format of the 7-syllable line being the middle line of the triplets. I also use some rhyming which a typical haiku rarely does).

Camellia notations and picture from

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanakotoba

(found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanakotoba )


Friday, February 17, 2012

Saturday's Sayings - Grief Takes As Long As It Takes






Saturday's Sayings

Grief Takes As Long As It Takes







Grief is the human process we will all experience.


You do have a choice in how you handle your grief. Know that it is not a race, you need to find your own pace.


Grief comes in waves, from very intense to manageable we just ride the wave.


Anger, rage, fear, dread and guilt may pay us a visit. It's okay, we must feel those feelings as much as it may hurt. It is a normal way your body will process the grief. So this is a reminder to not prevent yourself from these feelings but to be compassionate with yourself - reach out for support, let yourself be nurtured.



~Grieving Mothers


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Love is a gift. It makes you feel richer, deeper, and brighter. When a loved one is gone, taken, it feels like the gift is gone. Remember that you are a different person because of their love. You would be another you if their soul hadn't graced your life. Although you long for their physical form, remember that the gift -- their love -- remains with you now and forever.


~Grieving Mothers



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This photo from another friend "spoke" to me. I feel she, like me, is lost sometimes. That she is afraid to speak her mind...out of fear, confusion or just her grief. Will she be comforted when she speaks or told to "grow up and get over it." Will her words be truthful or what others are expecting to hear? The person inside her heart is always with her. Pushing her forward...yet holding her back. Her eyes are peacefully closed as memories of the past and lost hopes for the future keep her bound and unable to freely move in her present.


~Writing Through Your Grief



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A broken heart is like broken ribs. You can't see the damage, but every breath hurts.


~L.D.P., a grieving mother



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Losing someone you love is painful. On that very moment you hear the news, your life is forever changed. Dealing with the physical and emotional loss leaves (you) feeling (you) are the only one in the world who is experiencing this much sadness. Following the death of my son, I retreated inward. Scared from the feelings I was having inside, I thought if I spoke with anyone about my emotions they would think I was crazy.


For probably the first year or so I was afraid of the world. I kept my other kids close and made very few friends out of fear they could not be trusted. I decided I would keep my pain inside and "deal with it"


...That is until I attended a conference for grieving people.


Listening to the other men and women sharing their stories I found myself saying "I thought I was the only one who felt that way". Sharing my story made it easier to bare, hearing others say what helped with their grief, help(ed) me with mine. I came to believe I had found my "Kindred Spirits." In an informal way, this term has come to mean someone you feel a connection with, or someone who understands you. These new friends seemed to share my goals of getting through every day and finding a way to keep the memory of my son alive.


The Urban Dictionary describes Kindred Spirits as "people that make a special connection by sharing a bond that has joined them by the means of an experience that has drawn them together on a higher level of consciousness. This connection can be from the same experience at the same time or two separate experiences similar in nature."


Working as a counselor for my local hospice I have seen the benefit of support groups: Seeing strangers meet on the first night and watching the(m) share, cry, grow and leave the group exchanging phone numbers or email addresses with a new friend who understands what you are going through.


Retreats come in all forms including some that promise to pamper the body, but Grieving in Plain Sight is designed to not only pamper your body, but to pamper your heart and mind as well. The companionship, the stories, the tips and suggestions learned will help those grieving no matter how long it has been. The phrase "you can't take care of others until you take care of yourself" has never been more appropriate than when it comes to calming the emotions of grief in your heart. Talking with others has helped me and if you attend a retreat it may help you too.


~Writing Through Your Grief


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Never compare your journey with someone else's. Someone else may start out faster than you, may seem to progress more quickly than you, but your journey is your journey. Its not a competition.


~Writing Through Your Grief



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