Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone.
A Poem about Holiday Grieving on New Year’s Day The Year Before Last by Unknown The holiday season is approaching, and with it comes the New Year. Although for me time passes slowly, New Year’s Day will ring in quickly. I dread this New Year’s Day because they will look at me in a terribly strange
A poem about Holiday Grieving Wounded Holidays by Alan Harris Young, they left our homes in a moment, long or quick, they were gone. Dewdrops turned into teardrops, the shining sea too small to hold our grief. “Give us our children back,” we pled as we noticed their plateless places at the table. Regret
Managing Your Own Grief During the Holidays: A Plan B For the Holiday Season [Note: this was first published in December of 2013] My co-Founder Lisa suggested this. So nobody you know took my advice and called to include you in their holiday plans. Sorry that didn’t work out.. And you were too reluctant to
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are