pricillia Posted May 13, 2007 Posted May 13, 2007 This was a poem that was written after my mom passed by a good friend of hers... I thought that it would be fitting to post here for her since today is Mother's day after all... My Roommate, My Friend To " ", my roommate my friend... We fought that damn cancer from beginning to end. Your my hero, my strength, you fought for your life... Through blood tests and xrays and almost the knife... You fought all the doctors, the nurses and staff... You were told to give up but you faced them with class. Radiation turned out to be nothing but grief... When you stopped it by choice you said "What a relief"! You were surrounded by the love of family and friends... This helped you get through all the tears that were shed. When you left us dear friend our hearts you did take... Your love, strength and guidance were our piece of cake. We will miss you forever, your humor and pranks... To the Lord up above I have nothing but thanks. The title"My Hero" forever will stand... For those with less suffering would have thrown up their hands. The friendships you made, some faces not seen... On the day of your passing were sobs and some screams. Disbelief was what hit them, they ALL miss their friend... The cards and the email they continue to send. Your pain is now over, your battle was won... I know your in heaven, sitting right by his throne. When I look to the heavens and I see the brightest star... I will smile and I'll wave cause I know that's where you are. While my heart and my soul in pain will soon mend... God picked you for me my roommate, my friend. I Love You...
HokeyReligions Posted May 13, 2007 Posted May 13, 2007 That's a beautiful sentiment, but your line at the end in your signature rather belies the poem. I am sorry for your loss. I know how it feels. It's my first mother's day without my mom today. She fought long and hard too - and was ready to go. I miss her, but I'm more happy for her than I am sorry for myself. She no longer suffers so I am just celebrating the time I did have her. I AM NOT THERE 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's 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. --unknown Gone from My Sight 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 other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!" And that is dying.
quankanne Posted May 14, 2007 Posted May 14, 2007 And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!" reminds me of an interview I had with a hospice nurse a couple of years after I had my mom. We talked about how, in a delivery room, we hear the voices call out "She's here! She's here – our little girl is here!" ... that we're so excited to see that little one even though the pain was great along the way as she was being birthed. same thing with death, the nurse said: Even though we experience pain through the loss of our loved one, somewhere else, souls are rejoicing because that person has arrived in their midst. And it's a truly comforting thought for me, because it's a continuation of the soul's journey, and of love ... Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I miss you so much, but I know you've left the best of yourself in me :love:
IfWishesWereHorses Posted May 14, 2007 Posted May 14, 2007 Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I miss you so much, but I know you've left the best of yourself in me :love: Exactly, my H asked me yesterday of I would like to go to the cemetary to visit my Mom. "Good grief NO! She's not there, she's right here!" Very sweet of him to think about her though, she was the most incredible woman I've ever known!
quankanne Posted May 14, 2007 Posted May 14, 2007 this is a cruel admission, but I can't bring myself to visit the mausoleum where she's encrypted (is this the right word), because there's nothing to it ... might be because my brain feels more comfortable with the idea of a grave, but I think it's more about knowing this isn't "her" at the cemetery, like you say. I feel guilty for avoiding the place, but I feel like I lying to the both of us when I go.
Art_Critic Posted May 14, 2007 Posted May 14, 2007 this is a cruel admission, but I can't bring myself to visit the mausoleum where she's encrypted (is this the right word), because there's nothing to it ... We obviously go see our passed loved ones for ourselves... I go see my Step Mom ( who passed in 2003) a few times a year.. I used to go all the time when I was having a tough time dealing with loss a few years ago.. It helped to go an talk with her for a few mins.. Heck.. I pass her grave within 200 feet twice each day to and from work.. you would think I would go all the time.. but I only go when I need to get something off my chest.. or if I need that comfort she used to provide. My Dad is also buried in the same plot.. So when I go see my Step Mom I make sure to tell my Dad that I'm not there to see him and I'm there to see her ( my dad and I have a bad relationship when he passed 20 years ago.). Quank.. You will go when you want too.. When you feel ready..
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