Dear friends and my sister, their heartfelt being there, their friendship and love, their listening ear and heart, their natural compassion as well as nature´s beauty, space, the still perseverance and endurance of trees and their whispering in the winds, a possibility might be as well playing music which might run through my hands, expressing what words cannot express, including, possibly transforming, releasing all concerned with a bow of reverence, from my heart.
Mother Nature has been my solace, my savior while in the midst of grieving.
The Redwood Trees in my neighborhood were and are my healing balm. I walked amongst them day after day after day…..touching them, talking to them, standing under them in awe.
Walking , prayer & The Divine hold me up, support me as sadness of losing loved ones takes hold.
Poetry, especially Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s words about her own journey thru grief. Her words are healing, soothing comforting & honest. I feel her pain & sadness in her poems. I can relate.
For me it has been mostly going to my church Mass & prayer. In the past year I had 2 co-workers pass away. My company had a Representative from our employee assistance program come in and our department got together and talked about how we felt. That was very helpful especially because they both were around my age and even younger that died.
I remember the day my cat Raja suddenly passed away from a stroke/ heart failure. I was living in Philadelphia at the time. My partner and I drove to the jersey shore later that day -Strathmere Beach to be exact. No one else was around – just our two chairs side by side as I stared blankly out into the dark blue- grey Atlantic trying to process what had just happened. We shared a plate of fried clams and French fries. It’s been 8 years, but this memory is still really fresh in my mind.
Everyone does this in their own ways. The universe has our backs and touches us all the time. Nature is here to teach us and gives us magic 24/7. We forget we don’t even lump our own heart !
My mother, family, friends, my meditation helper, my doctor and my dog ! This list goes on and on of who is here for me ! Wow my cup runs over thank you so much!
It’s been 13 yrs since that day… I remember the sudden loss of my 31 yrs old uncle when I was in grade 10. I am grateful to my close friends who were there with me at that time. They are the source of solace.
My Ngoc, I remember you talking about him. It’s your dad’s younger brother. I’m glad those friends were there for you. Having a support system goes a long ways.
My husband, parents, friends, and pets thru the years. The loss of my soul cat, BC, was extremely difficult for me, but our dog, Ruger, was there for me. We grieved together. Nature has been there as well, whether it be sitting by the ocean or walking in the woods. And then there is my faith.
This reminds me of the Big Island 3rd break up during my McNally Smith College of Music days. My best bro, Josh, was the one who brought me solace. He’s totally blind and has some mental health struggles beyond me but very intellectual as well. I connected with him on a deep level, and we talked everyday. He and I just happen to share many similar viewpoints and think on the same wavelength.
My youngest brother Michael left this world by his own hand, September 18, 2002. My lovely wife Cheryl was my solace during that time. I had known many people who had been affected by and who had committed suicide. I have known even more since my brother Michael went down that path. I still hear people say it is unbelievable. Before my brother, I thought the same. It is not. Although his daughter, our niece, and his widow live in Sausalito and San Diego Ca. respectively, we remain close. Michael lives on through them. RIP my dear brother.
My grandson’s father also lost his life to suicide. His GF recently wrote a book about it. It was extremely heartbreaking for my daughter when it happened but thankfully the book brought her some closure on it. Unfortunately, he also suffered from substance issues/mental health. He was so so young (20’s).
It seems unbelievable until it happens to someone we know. The first friend I lost to suicide was a complete shock to me and everyone else who loved this man. That was 18 years ago. I have known five others since then, and they all leave so many loved ones behind. RIP to all of them and your brother, Michael.
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Dear friends and my sister, their heartfelt being there, their friendship and love, their listening ear and heart, their natural compassion as well as nature´s beauty, space, the still perseverance and endurance of trees and their whispering in the winds, a possibility might be as well playing music which might run through my hands, expressing what words cannot express, including, possibly transforming, releasing all concerned with a bow of reverence, from my heart.
Mother Nature has been my solace, my savior while in the midst of grieving.
The Redwood Trees in my neighborhood were and are my healing balm. I walked amongst them day after day after day…..touching them, talking to them, standing under them in awe.
Walking , prayer & The Divine hold me up, support me as sadness of losing loved ones takes hold.
Poetry, especially Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s words about her own journey thru grief. Her words are healing, soothing comforting & honest. I feel her pain & sadness in her poems. I can relate.
For me it has been mostly going to my church Mass & prayer. In the past year I had 2 co-workers pass away. My company had a Representative from our employee assistance program come in and our department got together and talked about how we felt. That was very helpful especially because they both were around my age and even younger that died.
There have been moments in my life, where someone has reached out to me, not necessarily knowing what I was going through, that has meant so much.
My cats, nature, music.
I remember the day my cat Raja suddenly passed away from a stroke/ heart failure. I was living in Philadelphia at the time. My partner and I drove to the jersey shore later that day -Strathmere Beach to be exact. No one else was around – just our two chairs side by side as I stared blankly out into the dark blue- grey Atlantic trying to process what had just happened. We shared a plate of fried clams and French fries. It’s been 8 years, but this memory is still really fresh in my mind.
Reaching out to others.
Sitting in silence.
Nature.
Reading poem/quotes/short chapters.
Having a hot liquid.
Everyone does this in their own ways. The universe has our backs and touches us all the time. Nature is here to teach us and gives us magic 24/7. We forget we don’t even lump our own heart !
My mother, family, friends, my meditation helper, my doctor and my dog ! This list goes on and on of who is here for me ! Wow my cup runs over thank you so much!
It’s been 13 yrs since that day… I remember the sudden loss of my 31 yrs old uncle when I was in grade 10. I am grateful to my close friends who were there with me at that time. They are the source of solace.
My Ngoc, I remember you talking about him. It’s your dad’s younger brother. I’m glad those friends were there for you. Having a support system goes a long ways.
My husband, parents, friends, and pets thru the years. The loss of my soul cat, BC, was extremely difficult for me, but our dog, Ruger, was there for me. We grieved together. Nature has been there as well, whether it be sitting by the ocean or walking in the woods. And then there is my faith.
Good friends. Spiritual directors.
My pets through out my life. Sitting beside any form of water, ocean, lake, river, stream. My mom
This reminds me of the Big Island 3rd break up during my McNally Smith College of Music days. My best bro, Josh, was the one who brought me solace. He’s totally blind and has some mental health struggles beyond me but very intellectual as well. I connected with him on a deep level, and we talked everyday. He and I just happen to share many similar viewpoints and think on the same wavelength.
I think you may want to call Josh, letting him know how grateful you are when you have such a best bro like him.
My Ngoc, definitely. It will come up in the conversation just like how anything on our minds have always done so.
To quote another, “poetry doesn’t cure grief, but it understands.”
I love this,
dear Marissa . . .
Thanks for posting it. ♥
I enjoy lighting candles on this site when someone passes or it happens to be their anniv.
I do as well or when someone is ill.
My youngest brother Michael left this world by his own hand, September 18, 2002. My lovely wife Cheryl was my solace during that time. I had known many people who had been affected by and who had committed suicide. I have known even more since my brother Michael went down that path. I still hear people say it is unbelievable. Before my brother, I thought the same. It is not. Although his daughter, our niece, and his widow live in Sausalito and San Diego Ca. respectively, we remain close. Michael lives on through them. RIP my dear brother.
My grandson’s father also lost his life to suicide. His GF recently wrote a book about it. It was extremely heartbreaking for my daughter when it happened but thankfully the book brought her some closure on it. Unfortunately, he also suffered from substance issues/mental health. He was so so young (20’s).
Michael also suffered from substance use/mental health issues. Oft times a commonality among suicides. Thank you, Robin Ann.
It seems unbelievable until it happens to someone we know. The first friend I lost to suicide was a complete shock to me and everyone else who loved this man. That was 18 years ago. I have known five others since then, and they all leave so many loved ones behind. RIP to all of them and your brother, Michael.
Thank you SunnyPatti.