We are a community of shared
grief.
We are the wife who died, who
could not handle another health problem,
but we didn’t want him to suffer.
We are the husband who lost
his wife in her forties to a heart attack.
We live on because we can’t let go,
and
we won’t give in to grief.
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My essay on the paradigm shift that happens when someone we love dies. Published by The Edge: Holistic Living.
Beautiful, Mark. I'm sick with a sore throat the first time, since Martin died. Makes it all the more obvious, that no one has my back. No one is going to go to the store, make dinner because I want to sleep, or hang out with our beautiful teen boys, when I don't feel up to it.
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I guess my continued tears are good. Sometimes I wonder if they will ever stop falling.
Thank you
Sheryl
Tears are expression. They are cleansing. They will slow. I have faith in this. And I'll keep writing if you keep reading.
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