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From: Lynn - Josh's Mom on 23 Nov 2007 01:40
Please be gentle with me, for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away.

Waves of despair numb my soul as,
I struggle through each day.

My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, "W H Y?"

At times, my grief overwhelmes me,
and I weep bitterly, so great is my loss.

Please don't turn away or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace the pain before I can ever begin to heal.

Companion me through my tears and sit with me in loving silence.
Honor, where I am in my Journey, not where you think I should be.

Listen patiently to my story, I may need to tell it over and over
again.
It's how I begin to gasp the enormity of my loss.

Nuture me through the weeks, months and even years ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.

A small flame still burns with in my heart,
and memories may trigger both laughter and tears.

I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.

Please, will you walk beside me?

From: tj on 23 Nov 2007 10:15
On Nov 23, 12:40 am, "Lynn - Josh's Mom" <lynn.za...(a)gmail.com> wrote:
> Please be gentle with me, for I am grieving.
> The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away.
>
> Waves of despair numb my soul as,
> I struggle through each day.
>
> My heart is heavy with sorrow.
> I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, "W H Y?"
>
> At times, my grief overwhelmes me,
> and I weep bitterly, so great is my loss.
>
> Please don't turn away or tell me to move on with my life.
> I must embrace the pain before I can ever begin to heal.
>
> Companion me through my tears and sit with me in loving silence.
> Honor, where I am in my Journey, not where you think I should be.
>
> Listen patiently to my story, I may need to tell it over and over
> again.
> It's how I begin to gasp the enormity of my loss.
>
> Nuture me through the weeks, months and even years ahead.
> Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
>
> A small flame still burns with in my heart,
> and memories may trigger both laughter and tears.
>
> I need your support and understanding.
> There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
> I must find my own path.
>
> Please, will you walk beside me?

This best training we all can have in life is trying to understand the
other guy`s feelings and even if we don`t, for heavens sake, be
patient. This is really a BIG note to myself. I want to even change
the thoughts in my head, not to be critical . I came across the old
saying, Living the right life is the best way of teaching others . All
the things that encompass that, plus, unless you are already perfect,
you will surely be VERY, VERY, busy!!! At least I sure am!!! Living
poitively is one thing that gives me a little uplift, like honoring my
child, like oh i don`t know, just showing that we tried to be the best
for them... make any sense?
Trish
From: Cindy's Mom on 24 Nov 2007 07:58
On Nov 22, 11:40 pm, "Lynn - Josh's Mom" <lynn.za...(a)gmail.com> wrote:
> Please be gentle with me, for I am grieving.
> The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away.
>
> Waves of despair numb my soul as,
> I struggle through each day.
>
> My heart is heavy with sorrow.
> I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, "W H Y?"
>
> At times, my grief overwhelmes me,
> and I weep bitterly, so great is my loss.
>
> Please don't turn away or tell me to move on with my life.
> I must embrace the pain before I can ever begin to heal.
>
> Companion me through my tears and sit with me in loving silence.
> Honor, where I am in my Journey, not where you think I should be.
>
> Listen patiently to my story, I may need to tell it over and over
> again.
> It's how I begin to gasp the enormity of my loss.
>
> Nuture me through the weeks, months and even years ahead.
> Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
>
> A small flame still burns with in my heart,
> and memories may trigger both laughter and tears.
>
> I need your support and understanding.
> There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
> I must find my own path.
>
> Please, will you walk beside me?

Lynn..what a beautiful posting. This poem really says it all. I just
struggle from moment to moment, especially with all of the holiday
reminders of better memories with my daughter. I know nothing will
ever be the same. It is so difficult for none in my cirlce of
aquintances seems to realize that even though a year has gone by since
my daughter's death, I am still missing her everyday and I know I
always will until I join her. There is no cure for the loss of a
child..the pain is just always with us. ((((HUGS))) to all this early
Saturday morning...don't let the Trolls ruin our communication
board,even though they would like to. Keep posting and sharing! Judy,
Cindy's Mom
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