All the Pretty Words I Know Fail Me Tonight
All the pretty words I know fail me tonight. My mother-in-law passed away this evening. She had been on hospice since coming home from the hospital in mid-January. I do not like the terminology hospice uses at the end of life- actively dying.
It frustrates me that I know so many beautiful words but I cannot come up with a better phrase- separating oneself from the mortal vessel...preparing to depart from this existence...turning one's face into the Light...
Nothing takes away the harsh sting of loss. No candy coated words can soothe a wounded heart.
We all lose our parents, our loved ones eventually...yet it leaves this writer at a loss for words because suddenly they all seem so inadequate...like tremulous soap bubbles so easily burst by the heart wounding pinprick of loss.
It frustrates me that I know so many beautiful words but I cannot come up with a better phrase- separating oneself from the mortal vessel...preparing to depart from this existence...turning one's face into the Light...
Nothing takes away the harsh sting of loss. No candy coated words can soothe a wounded heart.
We all lose our parents, our loved ones eventually...yet it leaves this writer at a loss for words because suddenly they all seem so inadequate...like tremulous soap bubbles so easily burst by the heart wounding pinprick of loss.
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Thank you. Sorry for your sad loss too. My Dad's been gone 5 years this past Sunday. I sat on the cellar stairs and cried- the only quiet place in my house.
It`s interesting about the cellar stairs... It took me two years to actually cry for my daughter. I was in the basement listening to a piece of music that had been written by a close friend`s partner. It was about the loss of his father. ( I didn`t realize the story behind the piece until after the fact). The music affected me so strongly that I couldn`t get up the stairs. I sat on those steps and wept like I never had before.
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After my 17 year old daughter passed away I also began to realize that no words could describe the way she left, nor the emotions that crippled me. Years later a friend lost her teenage son and I had know idea what to say or how to help her. Words again seem to have no meaning. It`s said that loosing a child is different than a parent or sibling. Pain of loss is still pain. I wished that I could tell you that it gets `better` but it doesn`t. It just gets different.