it’s the feeling you get when you walk down the grey hallway. you’re not sure when you’ll begin to feel it, but as of the moment, you don’t, and you’re not sure if it’s a good thing or not. eventually her departure will mean something other than the strange hollowness in your chest.
I feel the loss coming of my little doggie Boba who is on his last few days on this blue marble. Even though we have several dogs, Boba is, as I always the king of all dogs and I will miss his little presence when he leaves us.
cathie
something which everyone dreads….but teaches us the value of profit…..part and parcel of life….
karishmah
The loss of as child is one of the biggest tragedies that will ever happen to you.
I lost you.
Not just lost you,
I twisted you up into a tiny little ball and threw you as far into the sea as I could.
I hated the way you restrained me,
contained me.
How you enraged me, took advantage and deranged me.
Drove me so crazy that I thought right was always wrong and I could never be right.
Could never do enough.
Could never be enough.
How ridiculous that in the end, still it is I that feels at a loss.
You pummeled through your emotions. Pounding back the alcohol and destroying box after box
of cigarettes. Never allowing yourself to taste regret.
I gently sorted my emotions. Like cleaning out old drawers: I sifted through the contents of my heart and soul one by one. Drawing them close to my heart, breathing them in, reliving the feelings and sights and sounds. Putting them down. Stepping away when the memories and smiles and loss came in waves. When I could no longer stand it-cramming it all together into a tight ball and hurling it towards the ocean’s furthest horizon.
But even the empty drawers are a memory. And I refuse to rush to fill them. They are much too precious to recklessly fill with such as memories of you.
So day after day, I open the drawers of my heart where my memories are stored. Swallow the knife you placed in my throat and stare into their emptiness.
Embracing the loss.
There was something about losing someone that I never understood. How can you lose someone? Don’t they stay with you forever? Engraved in your mind and imbedded in your flesh. You can never really lose someone. They’re with you forever in spirit regardless of whether they are there with you in person.
Kaiye
The loss seemed horrible at the time, but ended up being the best thing that could ever have happened to me! I was devastated, thought life would never be the same… And it wasn’t. It was better. Wonderful, insanely, incredibly better.
Lost tooth
Loose tooth
Lolling tongue
Laughing toothy grin
Here comes the tooth fairy again
Starla Smit
Missing out on something you once had. To lose something is to have it in the first place, and therefore to understand what it’s absence means. Loss can lead to physical, mental and emotional gain.
Kayleigh
“We’re very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Carter. If there’s anything we can do…”
Sucking in a deep breath, I quietly thanked Father Michael for the kind words. “I’ll let you know. Thank you, Father.”
The priest patted my shoulder before walking away. It was then that Luke entered the church, taking a seat on the pew next to me. “You okay?”
I slipped my hand into his. He responded by squeezing it gently. “I will be, soon.”
it’s the feeling you get when you walk down the grey hallway. you’re not sure when you’ll begin to feel it, but as of the moment, you don’t, and you’re not sure if it’s a good thing or not. eventually her departure will mean something other than the strange hollowness in your chest.
I feel the loss coming of my little doggie Boba who is on his last few days on this blue marble. Even though we have several dogs, Boba is, as I always the king of all dogs and I will miss his little presence when he leaves us.
something which everyone dreads….but teaches us the value of profit…..part and parcel of life….
The loss of as child is one of the biggest tragedies that will ever happen to you.
I lost you.
Not just lost you,
I twisted you up into a tiny little ball and threw you as far into the sea as I could.
I hated the way you restrained me,
contained me.
How you enraged me, took advantage and deranged me.
Drove me so crazy that I thought right was always wrong and I could never be right.
Could never do enough.
Could never be enough.
How ridiculous that in the end, still it is I that feels at a loss.
You pummeled through your emotions. Pounding back the alcohol and destroying box after box
of cigarettes. Never allowing yourself to taste regret.
I gently sorted my emotions. Like cleaning out old drawers: I sifted through the contents of my heart and soul one by one. Drawing them close to my heart, breathing them in, reliving the feelings and sights and sounds. Putting them down. Stepping away when the memories and smiles and loss came in waves. When I could no longer stand it-cramming it all together into a tight ball and hurling it towards the ocean’s furthest horizon.
But even the empty drawers are a memory. And I refuse to rush to fill them. They are much too precious to recklessly fill with such as memories of you.
So day after day, I open the drawers of my heart where my memories are stored. Swallow the knife you placed in my throat and stare into their emptiness.
Embracing the loss.
falling my finger tips,
erupting over an edge,
gone to deafening depths
that never end.
there is no bottom.
There was something about losing someone that I never understood. How can you lose someone? Don’t they stay with you forever? Engraved in your mind and imbedded in your flesh. You can never really lose someone. They’re with you forever in spirit regardless of whether they are there with you in person.
The loss seemed horrible at the time, but ended up being the best thing that could ever have happened to me! I was devastated, thought life would never be the same… And it wasn’t. It was better. Wonderful, insanely, incredibly better.
Lost tooth
Loose tooth
Lolling tongue
Laughing toothy grin
Here comes the tooth fairy again
Missing out on something you once had. To lose something is to have it in the first place, and therefore to understand what it’s absence means. Loss can lead to physical, mental and emotional gain.
“We’re very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Carter. If there’s anything we can do…”
Sucking in a deep breath, I quietly thanked Father Michael for the kind words. “I’ll let you know. Thank you, Father.”
The priest patted my shoulder before walking away. It was then that Luke entered the church, taking a seat on the pew next to me. “You okay?”
I slipped my hand into his. He responded by squeezing it gently. “I will be, soon.”