 When my dad died 14 years ago at the age of 47, my family instinctively knew how to spend the first few days: making funeral arrangements, contacting friends and family, picking a burial spot, and gathering with hundreds of people in a church to say a formal goodbye.
It was after that first week that grief became a tumble in the dark. When we–my brother, sister, and I–said good-bye to our mother and returned to our respective homes, we did so with hearts torn and little direction. Not so long ago, people like us would have worn black for a year to give everyone else a clue that we were mourning, but neither our cultural, nor faith traditions have such concrete practices in place now. Modern life, for better and worse, doesn’t allow for public declarations... To read the rest, head to The Wisdom Daily.
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7/23/2019 06:09:01 am
I can't imagine how painful this is going to be. I just realised that other than my fur babies, I haven't really experienced what it's like to lose a loved one. I guess it comes in different intensities and it will have a lot to do not by how much you love a person but rather how much that person loves you. I hate to say this but I think it's true that it's acceptable to accept the passing of our folks but the pain of losing a child is just unbearable and it's going to stay until we get lowered to our own graves. 9/30/2019 06:50:29 am
An interesting discussion is worth comment. I think that you should write more on this topic, it might not be a taboo subject but generally people are not enough to speak on such topics. To the next. Cheers Leave a Reply. |
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