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Gone, but not forgotten.
Grief makes one hour ten.
Grief is itself a medicine.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
For some moments in life there are no words.
You never know what you have till you've lost it.
Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
You don't know who is important to you until you actually lose them.
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.
Dying is nothing to fear. It can be the most wonderful experience of your life. It all depends on how you've lived.
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.
We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.
Make yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.
My reward is just to be a better man. You're so close to losing a loved one ... the ultimate goal is to be a better daddy, a better son, a better teammate.
You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.
But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
Through tears and trials, through fears and sorrows, through the heartache and loneliness of losing loved ones, there is assurance that life is everlasting. Our Lord and Savior is the living witness that such is so.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That's how awful the loss is.
I learned that victims come in all image - some raped, some witnessing an act of violence, some losing loved ones. I learned that the solutions come by both listening to the people impacted by the crisis and by learning from historical experiences in other places.
The pain of losing a loved one by the horrible act of murder is not lessened by the horrible murder of another, not even when it is cloaked as 'justice' and state-sanctioned. It is only a delusion to believe that one's pain is ended by making someone else feel pain.
I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg. First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.
Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.
The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not "get over" the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.