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Insightful Words


Friday, June 08, 2012

I "borrowed" this from my Sparkfriend CINDY_LYNNE. She let me re-post it on my blog so it could reach others and maybe they'd find some comfort in it.

This is a post by someone on reddit.com, and no, it's not copyrighted. It's just an insightful bit that I've always found helpful when dealing with loss.

We all deal with it in so many different ways, and I thought perhaps this would be good to put here, for anyone that needs it.

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"Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gorged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.

As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks."

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Whoever this man is, he has an amazing gift of putting the indescribable into words.

My heart goes out to any one of you that needs it.
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JWALDRON5 7/14/2012 2:07PM

    wow, this made kinda cry lol but in a good way. it's very true every word every sentance is so very true and it's exactly what I had to go through a few years ago when my step grandfather passed away. I wish I would have read this when he passed away and maybe I would have taken his death much smoother.

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ADOUPE 6/14/2012 8:44PM

    This makes me cry, have lost 2 sisters and my nana and just reading this brings the hurt back but in a better way. I pray for everyone who has to go through this. emoticon

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CINDY_LYNNE 6/9/2012 10:53PM

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I hope it reaches everyone. Everyone needs it, or will, sometime in their lives. :)

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