Poem -
Memories, Numbers and A Whole Heap of Love
Twelve years without you
feels more like a lifetime ..
You would
have been ninety two on
the eighth of June this year ..
And I hurt as much today
as I ever did
back then, when you left us
on that most
dreadful, twenty first day
of the very same month
two thousand and twelve ..
Now we have
nothing, but numbers
to remember you by and our
own cherished memories,
plus maybe, a handful or two
of mostly
black and white photographs ..
A hole in each
of our broken hearts
and a whole heap of love still ..
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Comments
Do you think, regarding grief, time plays tricks Nev? Personally for me, time is static, does not move or pass at all. I do not believe any mortal words can truly offer any solace or comfort but sometimes a very big hug can help enormously...HUGS 💕
Yes, I do & sometimes, very cruel tricks .. I also know what you mean about that time phenomenon you refer to .. Oh' & ta for stopping by ..
My late Father in Law was a C o E vicar & hospital Chaplain who founded a bereavement counselling service many years ago called GAP .. it was probably the most successful counselling services I have ever known .. My F i L had a masters degree in bereavement but was a poor griever himself, just as I am .. GAP by the way did not stand for anything .. it just said it all in three letters .. an unfillable gap .. HUGE HUGS reciprocated Marion .. x
Your father in law sounds like a wonderful man. GAP is the perfect name. I think the trouble with great grief is that it contains such 'alien' emotions, not really understood even by one griever to another and certainly not by the self. The whole world becomes an alien langage written in alien colours in a hostile universe. F minus for both of us then my friend X
He was .. and I shall wear that F with pride .. thank you x