Losing someone we love is one of the hardest experiences a person can go through. We feel like our whole world has been ripped apart and the gaping hole in our chest will never be filled.
It is a time of anger, regret, nostalgia and a myriad of other emotions all fighting each other to be most felt.
It is important to remember that this pain eventually passes and time eventually eases the wounds of losing a loved one. We don’t burst into tears at a familiar song or memory as often as we once did.
If we can realize that that loved one hasn’t really left us and leaves their mark in the power of your emotions and memories, then we can begin the healing process.
Below is a poem by Mary Frye which manages to summarize everything I came to terms with in the later stages of the grieving process. A person never really leaves us, their spirit will always echo on this earth.
Hopefully it will resonate with you as well and you will be able to start living your life once again with a little less pain, and a little more acceptance of the fact that as hard as it seems, life goes on for you.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
By Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.