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My Mum Has Gone
- Thread starter BlueDiamond
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Stellap
At goal at last.....
I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my mum in 96 and still miss her everyday. I found the following in a book I was reading and it gave me comfort - hope it does the same for you. Take care xx
If I be the first of us to die
Let grief not blacken long your sky
Be bold yet modest in your grieving
There is change but not a leaving
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
For all the gathered riches of our journeys,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layer of intimacy stored
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring.
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone, for even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I AM NOT GONE BUT MERELY WALK WITHIN YOU.
If I be the first of us to die
Let grief not blacken long your sky
Be bold yet modest in your grieving
There is change but not a leaving
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
For all the gathered riches of our journeys,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layer of intimacy stored
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring.
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone, for even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I AM NOT GONE BUT MERELY WALK WITHIN YOU.
thinkbethin
New Member
I'm so sorry to hear your sad news sweetheart. My thoughts and prayers are with you all.Hugs Julie to you and your family.xxxx
strawberry twig
Is a big loser ;)
Im very sorry for your loss. x
BlueDiamond
New Member
Thank you all for your kind words
MeJulie x x
MeJulie x x
gaelic girl
Loving Being a Loser
Julie i'm just back i had to rush away to care for my mum who had taken seriously ill but i'm lucky as she looks as if she is going to recover. So i'm so so sorry to come back to your devestating news .My heartfelt sympathy goes out to you and your family and may time along with all your happy memories of the times you had with your mum help ease your pain. Sending lots of hugs to you xx
emergingbutterfly
New Member
I have only just read this post. I am so sorry to hear about your loss and thinking of you and your family at this sad time
