She stared. Her heart literally broke. She fell to her knees next to him. The man was lying on the ground, his neck askew, and she did the only thing she saw fit for the situation.
Loss. It is a deep hole. It is transformation. It is a fact. It is poetic. It can be life, or death. Everyone experiences it a some point. Some of us learn from it. Some of us never forget it. All of us are transformed in some way as a result.
Sharon
It would be a terrible loss, wouldn’t it, if I were to accidentally slip on my way down the stairs? If I were to be in a car accident perhaps and be flung through the windshield? If I were to be beaten so badly to the point of bruising and internal bleeding? If I were to accidentally ingest some kind of home chemical such as detergent or bleach?
Yes that would be awful terrible. I don’t think the baby would be able to survive any of those things.
Which is why I think about doing them all the time.
My daughter had a basketball game last week. She lost but her team did not pout and give up. They kept playing with big smiles on their faces. They kept trying to make a basket but they just would not go in. The excitement in the crowd was cool. Everyone kept cheering and cheering. The other teams even cheered for us because we were the underdogs. I also think about the time my grandma died. We were so sad.
Amy Marvin
I sometimes feel like I am losing my marbles. Or maybe I have too many as I feel the hard, round thoughts clunking around my brain. But there are still the beautiful coloured swirls that remind me who I am.
when you lose something that is dear to you, you mourn. sometimes you know you are mourning, sometimes you stuff the pain of the loss and think you are not. to lose a friend is one of the saddest experiences one can have. To lose a pet is heartbreaking, but to lose yourself is the worst of all. I lost myself once, but was able to find my way home to me. Thank you, God. And me.
J Pobocik
It never about the relationship ending or the heart being broken, it’s about the loss. The pure and raw feeling of not having something that once was a very essence part of you.
at a loss for words how can i know what to write sadness envelopes me too much sorrow healing comes slowly
Kat
Leaving behind everyone I thought I loved was easier than I imagined. The less you have the less you have to lose. It just occurred to me that I couldn’t progress to the next stage of this forsaken life without ridding myself of the heavy baggage that comes with having friends.
i remember losing a stamp, a rubber stamp, that i had as a kid. it was an arabian horse, well-etched, running at a full gallop. its tail was streaming behind it, black ink etched on light wood. like aspen, birch, a gold yellow light and brilliant that would reflect the sun. and varnish. the rubber was deep pink with that particular old rubber smell. ink stains of all colors, but mostly black. some blue. some pink. those were the only ink pads i could afford. i also liked those colors the best when i was a kid. i still like them the best now. i have no idea where that stamp went…and it’s odd to me that i remember it, it’s weight and shape and detail, when my brain could be busy with so many other more useful memories and processes. to think that there is a little portion of grey matter cells in my skull, devoted to the entire memory of one little cube of a stamp. the smells, the colors, the stains on my hands…they are all very clear.
Sarah
Take the hole
the space between mass
the tense air between the gauze
rip the loss out of the shaking mother
her
bag lying lifeless in the alley
I know a lot about this word, but not in a bad sense. My mother left when I was three, but I don’t feel like I’ve suffered that much. My other siblings seem to have taken it harder than I have. My life is good. My dad loves me and I’ve reestablished a relationship with my mom. But I don’t feel sad. I know my life would be completely different if she hadn’t left. Not that she’s a bad person. But my life is perfect now.
Rory
I immediately think about the death of my husband – the father of our two sons. It was a great loss for me, but, I think, a greater loss for them. He was the only father they can ever have! They will never have the relationship as an adult with an adult father.
s gupton
When I lose control, there is more than just a loss of control – it ends up with a loss of respect, power, self-esteem, and potential. Losing control means losing face. Losing opportunities for controlling my future.
angel
I’ve recently had a great loss in my life: my dear father-in-law has passed into the arms of Jesus. He was such a gift to our whole family. My daughters have never NOT had a home that didn’t include him. My day seems empty when I come home from work and he’s no longer there.
At a funeral, one could say, “I’m sorry for your loss.” which means that they are sorry for the person that died.
Damaris
i think of my dog who i lost yeras a gao her name was mitsie
anne
too bad you lost something. people die. teams lose games. it rhymes with floss. my students wouldn’t know that it has two s’s. they would write los. they would also write los when they are trying to write lots. that is such a loss. what is lost?
Ali Bell
death
sadness
where did it go?
emptiness
joy when found
appreciation for it after it is gone.
frustration
wanting more of it
Tony
the sadness is empty, all of the hopes I had for us are gone – what else is there for me to do? Where else can I go? I am torn between you and the kids – how can I fulfill my love for you both?
Kate
there is nothing like loss to remind you of what you still have.
When I lost Jake, my heart was broken. He was my loyal companion and confidant. It has bee two years since he left our family, but he will live in my heart forever.
the feeling we are all afraid to feel. the feeling one can never describe without actually experiencing it. the deepest hurt. the one thing one cannot grow without feeling it first. the one thing you thought you will not go through or perhaps you knew but you forget. so it never comes when you expect it. it comes to you, pierces through, leaves a trace of something certain and not.
Loss hurts. People don’t like to lose. We like what we have. We have memories, but they fade. Then we make changes about what was important.
Timothy
When my Mom died, I thought I’d not be able to recover her loss. She was huge in all of our lives and I don’t think you ever know how much a person lives until they are gone. Now I’ve recovered enough to know that every moment counts and I want to leave my own life with the rich legacy she left.
Karen
Loss stinks! Especially when it refers to the passing of someone you loved. It can hit you at the most unexpected moments, like when you are sitting in the lunch room with co-workers and the topics of mother in laws (or mothers in law?) come up. When I share that I had the absolute best and begin to remember just how good she was to me, it puts me right back to that place of loss. I am so grateful to know she is with Jesus and that I will be able to see her again and thank her for just how kind and excepting she was to me.
cindy
sadness to find that you have lost someone or something important to you
Jackie Johnson
loss can be defined as feeling the absence of something you once had. loss ca n refer to a person, maybe an emotion, a thing or a place. loss usually stirs negative feelings of mourning, empitness or grief.
cortney
The loss of a loved one… the loss of a tooth… the loss of the future … the loss of the past… the loss of hope… the loss of weight… the loss of love… the loss of joy… the losses will never outweigh the gains of the heart.
Thomas Carroll
Loss is something with which I have far too much experience. Despite the sadness it evokes, I am appreciative of the ability loss has had to help me be better appreciative of the numerous blessings I have in my life.
The loss of her child’s mortality pleased her. He was now one of them; the undead. His lust for freash blood would be never-ending, but she didn’t mind.
HBD Jones
being without, missing something, emptiness, having something and then living without it, not winning, not gaining, shedding pounds, giving up.
D
Loss is a powerful word, for that reason I named my blue eyed white tailed dragon. He is approximately three years old and has a twin dragon owned Charlie Scheen. His is named winning. That is why he always talks about “winning” he is really talking about his dragon. Dragons are incredibly majestic creatures that do in fact breathe fire (only as a defense mechanism though). I love my dragon Loss.
Chris
Loss represents a twisting, turning, tortuous path, creating a world of despair as well as growth.
Richard
the weight of death. The death of weight. Loss of hope. Everything that matters. The will to do anyhting extraordinairy. Loss of faith.
Liz
One of the most painful realities in life is loss. Loss of love. Loss of opportunity. Loss of life. Loss of hope. Loss of dream. But what makes loss beautiful is the dawn of something new.
They were at a loss when they found out their their child would not be excepted to the university of her choice. The loss came as soon as it set in that their childs dream of becoming just like her parents would not longer be a reality. Hopes of another excepting her were not even in their train of thoughts with the news they had just recieved. The hearts of three were crushed at that moment in time with no sight of repair in the near future.
She stared. Her heart literally broke. She fell to her knees next to him. The man was lying on the ground, his neck askew, and she did the only thing she saw fit for the situation.
The girl cried.
Loss. It is a deep hole. It is transformation. It is a fact. It is poetic. It can be life, or death. Everyone experiences it a some point. Some of us learn from it. Some of us never forget it. All of us are transformed in some way as a result.
It would be a terrible loss, wouldn’t it, if I were to accidentally slip on my way down the stairs? If I were to be in a car accident perhaps and be flung through the windshield? If I were to be beaten so badly to the point of bruising and internal bleeding? If I were to accidentally ingest some kind of home chemical such as detergent or bleach?
Yes that would be awful terrible. I don’t think the baby would be able to survive any of those things.
Which is why I think about doing them all the time.
My daughter had a basketball game last week. She lost but her team did not pout and give up. They kept playing with big smiles on their faces. They kept trying to make a basket but they just would not go in. The excitement in the crowd was cool. Everyone kept cheering and cheering. The other teams even cheered for us because we were the underdogs. I also think about the time my grandma died. We were so sad.
I sometimes feel like I am losing my marbles. Or maybe I have too many as I feel the hard, round thoughts clunking around my brain. But there are still the beautiful coloured swirls that remind me who I am.
when you lose something that is dear to you, you mourn. sometimes you know you are mourning, sometimes you stuff the pain of the loss and think you are not. to lose a friend is one of the saddest experiences one can have. To lose a pet is heartbreaking, but to lose yourself is the worst of all. I lost myself once, but was able to find my way home to me. Thank you, God. And me.
It never about the relationship ending or the heart being broken, it’s about the loss. The pure and raw feeling of not having something that once was a very essence part of you.
at a loss for words how can i know what to write sadness envelopes me too much sorrow healing comes slowly
Leaving behind everyone I thought I loved was easier than I imagined. The less you have the less you have to lose. It just occurred to me that I couldn’t progress to the next stage of this forsaken life without ridding myself of the heavy baggage that comes with having friends.
i remember losing a stamp, a rubber stamp, that i had as a kid. it was an arabian horse, well-etched, running at a full gallop. its tail was streaming behind it, black ink etched on light wood. like aspen, birch, a gold yellow light and brilliant that would reflect the sun. and varnish. the rubber was deep pink with that particular old rubber smell. ink stains of all colors, but mostly black. some blue. some pink. those were the only ink pads i could afford. i also liked those colors the best when i was a kid. i still like them the best now. i have no idea where that stamp went…and it’s odd to me that i remember it, it’s weight and shape and detail, when my brain could be busy with so many other more useful memories and processes. to think that there is a little portion of grey matter cells in my skull, devoted to the entire memory of one little cube of a stamp. the smells, the colors, the stains on my hands…they are all very clear.
Take the hole
the space between mass
the tense air between the gauze
rip the loss out of the shaking mother
her
bag lying lifeless in the alley
I know a lot about this word, but not in a bad sense. My mother left when I was three, but I don’t feel like I’ve suffered that much. My other siblings seem to have taken it harder than I have. My life is good. My dad loves me and I’ve reestablished a relationship with my mom. But I don’t feel sad. I know my life would be completely different if she hadn’t left. Not that she’s a bad person. But my life is perfect now.
I immediately think about the death of my husband – the father of our two sons. It was a great loss for me, but, I think, a greater loss for them. He was the only father they can ever have! They will never have the relationship as an adult with an adult father.
When I lose control, there is more than just a loss of control – it ends up with a loss of respect, power, self-esteem, and potential. Losing control means losing face. Losing opportunities for controlling my future.
I’ve recently had a great loss in my life: my dear father-in-law has passed into the arms of Jesus. He was such a gift to our whole family. My daughters have never NOT had a home that didn’t include him. My day seems empty when I come home from work and he’s no longer there.
At a funeral, one could say, “I’m sorry for your loss.” which means that they are sorry for the person that died.
i think of my dog who i lost yeras a gao her name was mitsie
too bad you lost something. people die. teams lose games. it rhymes with floss. my students wouldn’t know that it has two s’s. they would write los. they would also write los when they are trying to write lots. that is such a loss. what is lost?
death
sadness
where did it go?
emptiness
joy when found
appreciation for it after it is gone.
frustration
wanting more of it
the sadness is empty, all of the hopes I had for us are gone – what else is there for me to do? Where else can I go? I am torn between you and the kids – how can I fulfill my love for you both?
there is nothing like loss to remind you of what you still have.
When I lost Jake, my heart was broken. He was my loyal companion and confidant. It has bee two years since he left our family, but he will live in my heart forever.
great loss is usually very bad for someone.
He stood before the great fire and watched it devour until there was nothing left but ashes.
The sleek hair, the familiar jacket, the limp hands. It all burned.
He had to keep reminding himself that the body was not alive.
Likewise, he had to keep reminding himself that he was.
the feeling we are all afraid to feel. the feeling one can never describe without actually experiencing it. the deepest hurt. the one thing one cannot grow without feeling it first. the one thing you thought you will not go through or perhaps you knew but you forget. so it never comes when you expect it. it comes to you, pierces through, leaves a trace of something certain and not.
Loss hurts. People don’t like to lose. We like what we have. We have memories, but they fade. Then we make changes about what was important.
When my Mom died, I thought I’d not be able to recover her loss. She was huge in all of our lives and I don’t think you ever know how much a person lives until they are gone. Now I’ve recovered enough to know that every moment counts and I want to leave my own life with the rich legacy she left.
Loss stinks! Especially when it refers to the passing of someone you loved. It can hit you at the most unexpected moments, like when you are sitting in the lunch room with co-workers and the topics of mother in laws (or mothers in law?) come up. When I share that I had the absolute best and begin to remember just how good she was to me, it puts me right back to that place of loss. I am so grateful to know she is with Jesus and that I will be able to see her again and thank her for just how kind and excepting she was to me.
sadness to find that you have lost someone or something important to you
loss can be defined as feeling the absence of something you once had. loss ca n refer to a person, maybe an emotion, a thing or a place. loss usually stirs negative feelings of mourning, empitness or grief.
The loss of a loved one… the loss of a tooth… the loss of the future … the loss of the past… the loss of hope… the loss of weight… the loss of love… the loss of joy… the losses will never outweigh the gains of the heart.
Loss is something with which I have far too much experience. Despite the sadness it evokes, I am appreciative of the ability loss has had to help me be better appreciative of the numerous blessings I have in my life.
Loss, oh my, how difficult but once the storm clears oh the gifts to be found.
The loss of her child’s mortality pleased her. He was now one of them; the undead. His lust for freash blood would be never-ending, but she didn’t mind.
being without, missing something, emptiness, having something and then living without it, not winning, not gaining, shedding pounds, giving up.
Loss is a powerful word, for that reason I named my blue eyed white tailed dragon. He is approximately three years old and has a twin dragon owned Charlie Scheen. His is named winning. That is why he always talks about “winning” he is really talking about his dragon. Dragons are incredibly majestic creatures that do in fact breathe fire (only as a defense mechanism though). I love my dragon Loss.
Loss represents a twisting, turning, tortuous path, creating a world of despair as well as growth.
the weight of death. The death of weight. Loss of hope. Everything that matters. The will to do anyhting extraordinairy. Loss of faith.
One of the most painful realities in life is loss. Loss of love. Loss of opportunity. Loss of life. Loss of hope. Loss of dream. But what makes loss beautiful is the dawn of something new.
They were at a loss when they found out their their child would not be excepted to the university of her choice. The loss came as soon as it set in that their childs dream of becoming just like her parents would not longer be a reality. Hopes of another excepting her were not even in their train of thoughts with the news they had just recieved. The hearts of three were crushed at that moment in time with no sight of repair in the near future.