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Writings or Pictures to Ponder
A place to share writings or pictures that you found helpful in your journey. I know that over the last 3+ years I have saved many.
8/30/15 It is now over 5+ years and I am still travelling this journey of grief, but it has changed. It is a little kinder and gentler at times.
I had hoped that others would have shared on here. Anything that you have that touches you. Writings, pictures?
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Permalink Reply by Ammy on
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This poem was posted on Missing my son or daughter wall. I've had this graphic of it for awhile but never posted it. In case anyone would want it. I also wrote that poem a long time ago on my FB. It just fits us perfectly.
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Permalink Reply by Jean on
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The Caregiver’s Journey
The caregiver has given time and love in ways that people see and respect, even if they do not fully understand. But the caregiver has received "gifts" from the dying person: trust and love of a kind rarely experienced, and the dying experience itself. It is all of this and something more that the caregiver receives. In trying to explain what it is about, one man offered the following analogy that he referred to as "The Journey."
Imagine helping a friend on a journey to a remote monastery perched on top of a mountain. As you begin your trip, the path is fairly clearly marked and the goal easily seen in the distance. But as you approach, the monastery is often obscured by the tops of trees in the forests through which you pass. And you say " if only we could get out of this woods, we would be able to see the monastery again and see where we're going." And as you continue the climb, the path fades and much is accomplished by guesswork. You call on your friend for help. After all, this is his trip and he should know what he's doing. But he becomes older and weaker and relies more on you moment by moment.
Things get worse. You lose the path and you are tired and hungry. But, he can not proceed alone and you can't leave him on the mountain while you return to the warmth and safety of home. So, you find a new reserve of strength, enough for both of you, and you continue up the mountain, for now it is your journey, as well. You look at yourself anew and find that you have gown older, become more mature like your friend, and you accept this as part of the mutual trip. And in accepting your role as guide you find that you are guided, that your friend, whose legs have crumpled beneath him by now, offers you wellsprings of courage and hope. You drink deeply, for you realize that if either of you are to make it to the top, it will need both of you guiding and supporting the other in ways constantly changing and unimaginable.
One day when you least expect it, the heavy cedar gates of the monastery are suddenly dead ahead. The trip had become the whole purpose, it seemed, and the monastery forgotten. But there it stands: Your friend's objective has been reached The door opens to admit your friend and, as if you had performed the ritual many times before, you hand your friend over the threshold. The door closes, and you stand there numb, alone, bewildered.
Out of habit you continue walking. It doesn't seem to matter in what direction, for each of the possible paths lead back down from the mountain.
The trip down seems easier than the trip up was. The mountain holds few surprises, now, and there is ample time to sit and ponder before reaching the valley below. And somehow in reviewing the trip with your friend, its moments of desperation and fear are overshadowed by the times of giving and accepting, of sharing and journeying together. Memory of the monastery fades and in its place stand crystal images of points along the upward trek. There was the time you picked him up and carried him across the rocks when his strength failed. And there was the time when you slipped and lost your grasp, but he held you up and supported you with the power of his mind. There was something special in those moments, something, which if you could string all of those images together in just the right order, that then, maybe then, you would understand.
As it is, you return to the valley a different person, quieter and stronger, knowing only that you have been a part of something .... holy. This friend shared with you his most personal possession, his death. And though you can't quite comprehend its true value, you find yourself hoping that you will have the ability to fully experience and share your final journey with another wayfarer to whom you can pass on crystal images.
Deep gratitude and celebration are the order of the day for those of us who are called to assist in this challenge. The suffering, remember, is found only in our refusal to let go, only when we refuse to go through the pain and move to the other side. We get through by going through. The rewards are wonderful: the joy and blessings that come from extending the self beyond its own comfort zone; the knowledge we gain of life and death; the love that is lost and found again on a higher plane; and the areas of awareness that are opened. Grief is a healing process to be welcomed and not feared, for when it is allowed to go its own course unobstructed, it will fill with wonder the void that the loss created.
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Permalink Reply by dream moon JO B on
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i got thm imags or glitr grafics
feal free 2 shre thm
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Theresa, this is not a group. Just an open discussion where anyone can post. I'm usually the only one posting though. I was trying to see if others would share articles or anything that touched them in their grieving journey. I'm 3½ years into my journey and I know there have been things I've read that have helped ease my pain or given me hope, even if for a short time. Or the graphics that describe how we may be feeling.
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Someone sent this to me last week. It's right from a mother's heart.
The last line says it all.
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it so sad wen a child dies it is its asad wn any 1 dies bt a chid has never had a lfe
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i got ths off foto buket amy hp u lk thm its off my emal i got
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