In 2010 my JUST turned 30 yr old daughter passed and I was still reeling from that when a bit over four years later I lost my lil bro less than two months b/4 he turned 54. Then I lost my best friend to a heart attack. Time moves so very SLOW for me, EVERYthing feels like it was only about a year ago!!!
My partner passed away 3 months ago. I can't imagine ever getting over it as so many people like to say. I get through 1 day at a time and I know I have to build a life for myself now. All a person can do is their best to get through each day. Talking helps, as does reaching out to close friends.
As I read some of the comments it just reminds me of how precious our life is and how grateful we are to be for the moments of life beauty. We are meant to enjoy the creation of a bountiful life full of love toward those who are still here and to remember the many promises given to us in the Bible in regards to a better life. Revelation 21:3,4
Death..so unreal but real......Death is a loss we will never want to come to terms with; we just accept it; cope with it;...but due to it being so "unnatural" and considering all aspects surrounding death...it is hard to see it as a natural part of life, even though it is the "inevitable." We all know through one man sin entered the world and the consequences of that sin is shared among all of us.....death. death cut at the core of our being; bringing about much pain and sorrow. However, a positive and encouraging circle of friends and support group can assist in moving forward from such difficult time.
I've never done this so I hope I'm doing it right I guess I'll start by saying that almost 5 months ago I lost my boyfriend of 18yrs to an abcess tooth and now I have to raise our son alone and he hasn't been listening to me he's been really hard to do deal with, I mean I can't even handle my own pain then to have to try and handle his attitude as well I don't know what to do. Can someone give me some suggestions please?
My life changed when I could no longer hear you walking throughout the house at 6:30 a.m., getting your orange juice from the kitchen or ice from the tray and putting it into your glass for water. You clicking the remote for the television and hearing you call my name, "Gloria, get up it's 6 a.m." My life changed when I could no longer hear you say, "Be careful" as I left to take my daughter to school or anywhere that I maybe going that day, the two words that we often take for granted.
My life changed when...I would come home and looked at your chair, and you weren't there. My life changed....when I could no longer smell your cooking or eat my favorite desserts, sweet potato and chess pies that you were known for cooking. I looked for you in the kitchen one of your favorite places, and you weren't there, the back porch, neither were you there. Wow! Where were you?
My last meal, words, prayer, conversation, laugh, but most of all the look into your eyes and knowing that you were saying, "I love you and I know you love me, but I don't know how to say to you that I must leave you soon".
And...Suddenly, it happened that weekend, that day and time came that you had to say good-bye to us all. Yes, I realize your presence of your spirit, scent, photos, memories is still with us, but most of all your wisdom hasn't and never will leave me.
I know that you live on when I talk with your oldest son, my brother, my sister, my children, but most of all is when I look into the mirror into my eyes and I see you, smiling back at me telling me, "Yes, I love you and always will. I have passed on the torch to you to carry on what we often talked about, love and support the family and staying connected to God, I'm happy, but most of all I'm proud of the woman that you have become."
Your anniversary will soon be here January 14th of one year that we celebrate the new birth of being with The Lord. I love you, miss you, and I can still here you in my ear all the time.
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April 9th 2000 Jeff Hipple left us by taking his life , MY only son and 15 years old . The illness depression is a killer . finding a way free of pain can be so confusing ....let's help those like him find a different way.
AROUND 7:20 PM ON MONDAY JULY 21, 2008 I LOST MY HUSBAND AND I STILL AM HAVING A HARD TIME GETTING THROUGH THIS...I 'VE GOTTEN WHERE I DRINK ALOT AFTER WORK AND ON MY DAYS OFF....I LISTEN TO ALOT OF THE MUSIC HE USE TO SING TO ME AND I CRY AND SOMETIMES WONDER WHY HE HAD TO GO.........
On august 10th, 2008 I lost my only son to a tragic hunting accident. He was 35. We expect our children to oulive us, to go further and to be happier than we were. Whatever the cause of an early death of a child NO parent can find it easy to handle. We search every where to find some peace of comfort, and so far I have not found it. Not through my family, my church family, or any friend. I read as much as I can just to tell myself that I am not going crazy. I read somewhere, that when you lose you spouse, you become a widow or widower, when you lose you parents you become an orphan, but when you loss your child there is not a name for it . It is just that bad! In life the beginning is scary, the end is sad, but the middle is what really counts, How true is that. I pray for each of us that God will hold our children in his Loving Arms, until we can be there to join them. God Bless each of you, and thank you too! Dianne Hardy
I lost my mother in 2003 and the pain is still with me. I know that in time or at least they say pain will go away but it doesn't.In the time since she has died the pain has eased some but it will never go away.I lost my best friend and it is at times unbearable.
my husband of 17 years kill his self because i left him he was 20 years older than me thats been 8 mos ago i still miss him and still cry when some one mentions his name i still put up a cross and baloons at the house where he died
HI,MY SON WAS KILLED BY A GUN ON OCT 7TH,2006 HE WAS ONLY 16 AT THE TIME,HIS BIRTHDAY THIS YEAR WAS HARD HE WOULD OF BEEN 18 ON SEPT 12TH,2008.HE WAS SHOT BY HIS FRIEND HIS FRIEND WAS 15,HE LOADED THE RIFLE AND HE TOOK THE BULLETS OUT AND HE DIDNT COUNT THEM ALL AND HE POINTED THE GUN AT MY SON AND PULLED THE TRIGER AND THAN MY SON LIVED FOR ALITTLE BIT GOT HIM TO THE HOSPITAL AND HE WAS GONE.THEY WOULDNT LET US SAY GOODBYE TO HIM BECAUSE HE WAS EVIDENTS,WE DIDNT GET TO SEE HIM TILL THEY BROUGHT HIM BACK FROM AN AUTOPSY.THE KID THAT SHOT HIM GOT 2,800 RESTITUTION,200 COMMUNITY SERVICE,PROBATION TILL HE WAS 19.AND HE IS 17 NOW.I FORGAVE HIM AND THE NURSES,AND I AM TRYING DEARLY TO FORGIVE THE DOCTOR THAT DIDNT SAVE HIS LIFE.I HAVE BEEN GOING TO CHURCH TO TRY AND FORGIVE EVERY ONE EVEN GOD,I BLAMED GOD FOR A LONG TIME TO,NOW MY FRIEND HAS ME GOING TO HER CHURCH AND I AM FEELING I AM FORGIVING GOD FOR TAKING MY SON SO YOUNG,AND I HAVENT HAD A CHANCE TO TALK TO THE DOCTOR BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN BUSY,WHEN HE SEES MY FAMILY ON THE STREET HE KEEPS SAYING SORRY,I THINK IF I HAD A CONVERSATION WITH HIM AND MAYBE HE WOULD STOP SAYING IT.BUT I MISS MY SON IT HAS BEEN ALMOST 2 YEARS, AND IT WOULD OF BEEN HIS SENIOR YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL SO IT IS KINDA HARD.HIS FRIENDS ALL TALK TO ME AND STUFF AND IT RELIEVES SOME OF THE PAIN THAT I HAVE THAT KNOWING THEY HAVENT FORGOTTEN HIM.BUT MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL OF YOU THAT LOST SOMEONE.MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU.
My brother was killed in a car accident in 1981. At that time there was not internet to find coping strategies and there were definitely few books that really helped. Through the years I have wanted to help others to cope with their loss of a sibling. Therefore, I have started to write an inspirational book that is a compilation of people's stories of how they coped with their loss, what happened, and if they were able to turn this tragedy into something positive, such as helping people who are going through the same tragedy, etc. I am looking for others to share their stories with me so I can help others and give them inspiration that as difficult as it is, life does go on and positive things can happen in your life. Please send your stories or inquiries to firstname.lastname@example.org so we can discuss your loss and how you can help me help others. Thank you for your support.
Just 4 weeks ago my dad passed away after a 6 week stay in the hospital. Although he had been diagnosed with alzheimers 3 years ago he was doing fairly well. Still able to drive and care for himself, although he could not tell you what he had for dinner. He lived at home with my mom. Home was just 3 doors away from me and my family. Needless to say we spent lots of time together. As his alzheimers progressed he needed me for more and more, and I was happy to be there for this man who worked hard his whole life to take care of me. He spent 25 years in the Navy and was a proud headstrong man who hated and even denied the idea that he had this terrible illness. But in me he found I think a feeling of safety and comfort, the way I used to feel when he was there with me as a child. On July 29 I convinced him to go to the hospital because he was suddenly feeling so week and tired. Little did I know what lay ahead for us. It turned out that he had a lung condition called pulminary fibrosis. Never before had he had lung problems. My mom and I were there every day for 6 weeks. He had some days that were better than others, but the bad days were indiscribable. When he was alert enough to talk to us he would ask me "why am I here" and "how did I get so sick". I really don,t think dying ever entered his mind. He just wanted to know what the plan was and how we could fix him and get him home . Every day he asked I would tell him he had a problem with his lungs and that I was talking with the doctors every day to try to figure out what to do to get him home. You see the doctors never were able to tell us for certain weather he might recover enough to leave the hospital. I feel such guilt for not being able to "fix" him. He had so much trust in me and I couldn't do this for him. The man who gave me everything, and I let him down.
I cry every day and I don't see this ending any time soon. I have never lost anyone I loved before and this pain is almost unbarable. My only comfort is knowing or hoping that with each passing day I am one step closer to once again holding his hand.