There is life...then death.
There is life...then death.
I am sitting here this morning and can't stop the tears.
A very dear friend died. I didn't go to the funeral because I can't stop crying.
Three days now of crying.
Not sure why I am posting this...just checking in. I am hurting bad and want the pain to GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People live. People die. I have never dealt well with that concept.
I just wanted to say that...
A very dear friend died. I didn't go to the funeral because I can't stop crying.
Three days now of crying.
Not sure why I am posting this...just checking in. I am hurting bad and want the pain to GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People live. People die. I have never dealt well with that concept.
I just wanted to say that...
I'm very sorry for your loss MsCB
I've always found comfort in Rumi - I hope you might too.
When I die,
when my coffin
is being taken out,
you must never think
I am missing this world.
Don't shed any tears,
don't lament or
feel sorry
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss.
When you see
my corpse is being carried,
don't cry for my leaving
I'm not leaving,
I'm arriving at eternal love.
When you leave me
in the grave,
don't say goodbye.
Remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind.
You'll only see me
descending into a grave.
Now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down.
It looks like the end
it seems like a sunset,
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed.
Have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life?
Why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human?
Have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty?
Why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well.
When for the last time
you close your mouth,
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time.
I've always found comfort in Rumi - I hope you might too.
When I die,
when my coffin
is being taken out,
you must never think
I am missing this world.
Don't shed any tears,
don't lament or
feel sorry
I'm not falling
into a monster's abyss.
When you see
my corpse is being carried,
don't cry for my leaving
I'm not leaving,
I'm arriving at eternal love.
When you leave me
in the grave,
don't say goodbye.
Remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind.
You'll only see me
descending into a grave.
Now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down.
It looks like the end
it seems like a sunset,
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed.
Have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life?
Why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human?
Have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty?
Why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well.
When for the last time
you close your mouth,
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time.
Thanks Dee...I copied and will paste your Rumi in another forum. Man I am sad.
Carl...once again...thanks for pointing. Always pointing.
SoberLeigh and Scott...I will work thru this...It is hard. Thanks for the kind words.... Later.
Carl...once again...thanks for pointing. Always pointing.
SoberLeigh and Scott...I will work thru this...It is hard. Thanks for the kind words.... Later.
truly sorry to read about your friend. death of someone we love is not easy.
yes, people live and people die. but we LIVE!
grieving is hard. its quite a process and can be a rollercoaster.
but it is not something a drink will help.
yes, people live and people die. but we LIVE!
grieving is hard. its quite a process and can be a rollercoaster.
but it is not something a drink will help.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Please don't let your grief lead you to drinking. I had quit for two years before the loss of my parents. The night my Dad passed away I had a drink to calm my nerves and that one drink led to two years of daily drinking. Biggest mistake I ever made. Please don't numb your grief with alcohol. It doesn't help a thing and leads to regret. My heart goes out to you.
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I'm sorry.
I lost someone in Jan 2017 and July 2016.
I am still at the stage where I think about them everyday at least once or twice.
However...it has got better. In the aftermath I thought about them non stop all day, everyday.
I think that life goes on.
Time goes marching on.
Nothing ever stays still.
I feel that me thinking these thoughts every day is good now.
It makes me stop for a while and let the world carry on while I am thinking. A sort of grounding experience.
It is painful and it is a process.
How you feel now, will not be how you feel in a week, a month, 6 months or a year.
You will get there. But don't beat yourself up for not being there yet. Take your time and embrace the tears.
Even embrace the sadness as it shows how capable you are of loving another person and all the other qualities you have that make you who you are.
Wishing you the best xx
I lost someone in Jan 2017 and July 2016.
I am still at the stage where I think about them everyday at least once or twice.
However...it has got better. In the aftermath I thought about them non stop all day, everyday.
I think that life goes on.
Time goes marching on.
Nothing ever stays still.
I feel that me thinking these thoughts every day is good now.
It makes me stop for a while and let the world carry on while I am thinking. A sort of grounding experience.
It is painful and it is a process.
How you feel now, will not be how you feel in a week, a month, 6 months or a year.
You will get there. But don't beat yourself up for not being there yet. Take your time and embrace the tears.
Even embrace the sadness as it shows how capable you are of loving another person and all the other qualities you have that make you who you are.
Wishing you the best xx
I know you've heard the story about me losing someone I loved dearly. I have a shortened version of this tattooed on my back. It has always given me great comfort. I pray your heart heals soon.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which 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 that we 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; 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!
Death Is Nothing At All By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which 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 that we 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; 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!
Death Is Nothing At All By Henry Scott-Holland
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