Its hard to see people I love in the midst of grief, I know how hard, painful and challenging it is day after day. She can, in the swells of deep grief, send out touching and inspiring messages of life, love and learning. Leah left a deep imprint on my entire family. We will remember her and all those we love and cant wait to see one day after our own time here is done. We LIVE & we learn, with every goodbye we learn.
After Awhile
After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and changing a soul,
you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security,
and you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts & presents aren't promises,
you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead,
with the grace of a woman and not the grief of a child,
& you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling apart mid-flight,
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much,
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
You learn that you really can endure, you really are strong and you have worth,
you learn, you learn, with every goodbye.....you learn.
Written by Veronica A Shoffstall.
2 comments:
hi krystal!
i was thinking of you and leah and stella. i like the poem you posted. how true it is... yet how hard to have to face.
its interesting you posted a poem today... because i was thinking of sending you a poem today. i read it over litterally about 20 times a day the first year... of missing autumn. i think week by week it had different meanings for me. hope you like it... maybe you allready heard of it.
welcome to holland
by: emily kingsley
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
love....jen
autumns momma
I can understand that, but i have a really hard time relating the death of Stella to a trip or even what my friend related it to...a pet. For me, my children are my life. They are what i live for in this world. When one dies, its literally that entire fraction of me that dies too. not a change in "plans" My life and everything about it, relating to her and how i view this entire world, has changed or died.
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