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"As a widow you will learn that the only choice that ultimately brings peace is walking the path of grief that has your name on it. The only way to walk with grief is to meet it head on and know that those who have walked before you have survived." ~Linda Perrone Rooney
Love never ends.....-Corinthians
Once you choose hope, anything's possible- Christopher Reeve
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~From the television show The Wonder Years
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. ~George Eliot ( this one took more than a year to become meaningful)
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. -Dr. Seuss
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.-Edna St. Vincent Millay...my favorite poet...this is fresh raw grief. the story of the beginning of my grief journey.
Tears are the silent language of grief. Voltaire
If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together…there is something you must remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart…I'll always be with you. -Winnie the Pooh
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.-Eskimo Proverb
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.-Claudia Ghandi
May God grant you always...A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you. Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares. -Henri Nouwen
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you. -Pueblo Blessing
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying. - Henry van Dyke (1852 – 1933) American author, educator, and clergyman (RIP Juliette my friend, we miss you)
You will embark on a fair sea,
and at times there will be fair weather, but not always.
You will meet storms and overcome them.
You will take it in turns to steer your boat through fair weather and foul. Never lose courage.
Save harbour awaits you...in the end.- Daphne Du Maurer
May the blessings of love be upon you
May its peace abide with you
May its essence illuminate your heart
Now and forever more . . . . - Sufi Blessing
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.- C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed (AMEN)
I have heard different versions of this at funerals/memorials:
The Dash
By Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who love her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile…
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted (Matthew 5:4)
Your absence has gone through me / Like a thread through a needle / Everything I do is stitched with its color --W.S. Merwin
It is a curious thing in human experience, but to live through a period of stress and sorrow with another person creates a bond which nothing seems able to break. --Eleanor Roosevelt (for my Wids)
Grief and joy are a revolving wheel. --Tamil proverb
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it. Since they make no sound, they can’t tell the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit. So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly it will be taken to the heavens and be granted. -Indian Butterfly Legend
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. --Og Mandino
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.-Rumi, so happy I wrote this in a card to Mike not long before he died.
I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you. ~Author Unknown
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