grief emily grief grief grief grief grief grief grief grief grief aren't i done yet?? 001004 ... j_blue it never goes away, you just get used to it. 001004 ... psycho babe And as the empty souls walk on the lord said "shed no tears for the world has died and there is nothing left but grief" 001103 ... chanaka grief is like an open window...one that opens of it's own accord. we can do nothing but shiver...until we notice it less and less, and wonder where it flew to...but it is still there adaptation 001103 ... kelli crane it hit me like a ton of bricks or a sledghammer to the chest what i thought was far behind me was now an unwanted guest i looked to the sky as if to say pain pain go away come again some other day 020113 ... blown cherry something that I seem to have dealt with in my sleep. I have a vague recollection of waking up wailing and weeping, but I was asleep again so quickly that it has barely left an impression upon my true waking. The Good Grief Fairy is looking out for me. 050305 ... belly fire Life goes on. Sure, that's what they tell me. Despite all my efforts to the contrary, life trudges on. Why so many people feel the need to share this factoid-o-life is somewhat beyond me but, I'm sure, that upon hearing it even once more I may just wish myself into un-being. Grief, it seems, is one of those beloved gifts that we routinely (almost compulsively) deny ourselves. Such great honesty is in grief. Release of doubt, anger, fear - a wash of it all in a few salty tears. Why then do we fear to grieve? Why say such a sap as "Life Goeth On" with a tight set of mouth and nod of head and be done with it? I ask, why MUST it go on? (surely because we have no control over it...) Do our loved ones really live their lives so that we may one day stoop over their headstones and swallow all the sadness? Cry for dad, cry for Gene, cry for Freida - gone in her sleep. Weep for the victims of life forever moving on and emote yourself back to humanism. It goes on but, given the chance, I would stop all the clocks for the sake of pure, honest grief. 050819 ... frayedvine 'most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief' - W.S 060802 ... tessa i don't want it to stop. i don't want to move on. i don't want to forget. how do i know when it just turns into self pity? scared of feeling guilty for feeling happy, it is safer simply to never be happy again 061115 ... LS The second you say to yourself you don't want it to go on. And its not self pity, its stubborn selfishness. 061115 ... Silentbob Woke up early this morning and from my bed looked far across the Strait to see a small boat moving through the choppy water, a single running light on. Remembered my friend who used to shout his dead wife’s name from hilltops around Perugia. Who set a plate for her at his simple table long after she was gone. And opened the windows so she could have fresh air. Such display I found embarrassing. So did his other friends. I couldn’t see it. Not until this morning. Raymond Carver 170108 ... smallhours We can’t control we’re all born screaming. My last breath, I won’t spend on grieving. 171207 ... . until you died i didn't know true loss all the people that drifted away because i couldn't bear to be ignored anymore didn't prepare me for helping you piss in a bottle because you were too weak to stand and you trying to fight me on it for the way your_voice sounded from such a bad fungal infection you couldn't eat for your death rattle for the physical weight of the hole in my heart after you were gone what_a_paradox it's intermittent now the way i well into tears over something that reminds me of you that i want to share with you but i think part of me will always ache will always be missing 230511 what's it to you? who go blather from