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Tuesday 15th March

It doesn’t become any easier . . .
It’s just different.
Every morning,
Just like me,
Grief wears a new mask.

Trying hard,
Pretending to be positive.
Switching to automatic.
Moving, breathing,
But oblivious to surroundings.

Marvellous, wondrous
Memories and recollections
Of the past.
I’ll hold on to those.
Cherish forever.

Love doesn’t diminish,
Quite the reverse.
And the heart
Will never forget.
You were you.

You lived,
You breathed.
Played a massive part
In all our lives.
And will continue.

Thirty years
You walked this earth.
Now in heaven
You fly.
Our Angel son.

xxxxxxx

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36 responses »

  1. Today I have more empathy for your loss. I have just found out my uncle has cancer. We are close. It doesn’t get any easier. How many more people do we have to watch die? A lot by the looks of it. You write so beautifully. There are no words I can say too make you feel better and maybe you don’t want that . All I can do is read your words and take them in – :0 x

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    • So sorry for the news about your uncle. Do hope a successful treatment plan can be put in place.
      Thinking of you, and sending all my good wishes.
      Thank you for your lovely comments.
      x

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  2. painfully beautiful. from a strictly poetry point of view i really admire how while you make it so personal you leave room for each of us who read it to feel our own. thank you.

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  3. Your words are so poignant and raw, so beautiful yet painful. I can’t imagine that it gets easier on you. I guess we only learn to live with the pain of losing our loved ones. Blessings.
    Let me use the opportunity to invite you to the Bloggers brunch that I am hosting over the weekend Saturday – Sunday. I believe it will be fun to mingle with others. The invitation is titled, It’s Brunch Party Time. I will send one out again tomorrow. My regards.

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  4. He is your guardian angel watching over you! I completely feel what you feel having lost my dad. He is still here. Sometimes I hear his breath, his sighs…I am not hallucinating but it feels like he is here taking care of me. Hugs my friend!

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