Do whatever it takes to face directly the reality of what has happened,
even though you may need to pause frequently
and yearn for my return.
Do this with courage and my blessing.
Know that sometimes inertia is the only movement possible.
Give your best to keeping a balance
between remembering me
and renewing your commitments to life.
It's okay with me if you go through minutes, hours
and even days not thinking about me.
I know that you'll never forget.
Loosening me and grabbing hold of a new meaning
is a delicate art.
I am not sure if one comes before the other or not,
maybe it's a combination.
Be with people who accept you as you are.
Mention my name out loud,
and if they don't make a hasty retreat,
they're probably excellent candidates for friendship.
If, by a remote possibility, you think that there is anything
that you could have done for me and didn't.
I forgive you.
Resentment does not abide here, only love.
You know how people sometimes ask you
how many children you have?
Well, I am still yours and you are still my parent.
Always acknowledge that with tenderness, unless to do so
would fall on insensitive ears or would be painful to you.
I know how you feel inside.
Read, even though your tears annoint the page.
There is an immense library here and I have a card.
In Henri Nowens' "Out of Solitude", he writes,
"The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair and confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not healing,
and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares."
Dad, I don't know where you are spiritually now,
but rest assured that our God is not gone.
The still small voice you hear in your heart is His voice.
The warmth that sometimes enfolds you is Him.
The tears that tremble just beneath your heartbeat is Him.
He is in you, as I am.
I want you both to know that I am okay
and I have sent you messages to ease your pain,
they come in the form of flowers that bloom out of season,
birds singing, voices and visions and sometimes through your
friends and even strangers who volunteer as angels.
Stay open but don't expect the overly dramatic.
You will get what you need and it may be simply an internal peace.
You are not crazy, you have been comforted.
Please seek out people bereaved longer than you.
They are tellers of truth, and if they have done their work,
are an inspiration and a beacon of hope
whose pain lessened dramatically
and one more wisdom before we close.
There are still funny happenings in our world.
It delights me to no end when I hear
your spontaneous, uncontrolled laughter.
That, too, will come in due time.
Today, I light a candle for you.
Joined with your candle, let their light shine
above the darkness.
Then the wound begins to heal. It is like going through a dark tunnel. Occasionally we glimpse a bit
of light up ahead, then we lose sight of it awhile, then see it again, and one day we merge into the light.
We are able to laugh, to care, to live. The wound is healed so to speak. The stitches are taken out,
and we are whole again.
But not quite. The scar is still there, and the scar tissue, too. As the years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, people to care for, and tasks that call for full attention. But the pain is still
there, not far below the surface. We see a face that looks familiar, hear a voice that has echoes,
see a photograph in someone’s album, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it as though
the knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully, and mixed with joy, too. Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow;
it brings back happiness with it. As a matter of fact, we even seek such moments in bittersweet
remembrance. We have our religious memories and our memorial days, and our visits to the cemetery.
And though these bring back the pain, they bring back memories of joy as well.
How long will the pain last?
All the rest of your life. But the thing to remember is that not only the pain will last, but the blessed
memories as well.
Tears are the proof of life. The more love, the more tears. If this were true, then how could we ever
ask that the pain cease altogether? For then the memory of love would go with it. The pain of grief is
the price we pay for love.
I still share your hopes
and all of your cares
I'll even remind you
to please say your prayers
I just want to tell you
you still make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above all the crowd
Keep trying each moment
to stay in His grace
I came here before you
to help set your place
You don't have to be
perfect all of the time
He forgives you the slip
if you continue the climb
To my family and friends
please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you
in a new special way
I love you all dearly
now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my
Christmas with Jesus this year
~ John William Mooney Jr. ~
I saw the rainbow glowing,
as it as it replaced the stormy skies,
I felt a fear down deep inside,
as it reflected in my eyes.
In a shadow i stood there,
tall and strong and bold,
on my cheeks ran silver teardrops,
some were new and some were old.
My love for you
glows in each silver tear,
the colors run together now,
and wipes away my fear.
Time has been a factor in my life since then,
and I wait to be with you by and by.
I speak to you often since you left us,
And I don't know why i don't know why.
I miss you so much and more than ever,
Since last that I kissed you goodbye.
The stars they still shine the same,
and i don't know why i don't know why.
I pray we'll be together once more,
In that great land beyond all time.
We'll walk standing side by side,
And we'll both be in our very prime.
Till that day I guess I'll always miss you,
And I know you know I'll always try.
To be the very best that i can be,
but I don't know why I don't know why.
I'll keep on doing as I've always,
and help as i have always tried.
My stars will keep on shining brightly,
but I don't know why I don't know why.
copyright; LoboWolf, Don Dade-August 13, 2008.