I could write and write and write about this one. I could share hundreds of quotes and scriptures, thousands of song lyrics, so I'll try to share the most important ones, or the ones that mean the most right now.
The lyrics to I Want You Here by Plumb have been in my head on repeat since I heard it perform it live and learned it was about a friend of hers who's baby died.
An ache so deep that I can hardly breath
This pain can't be imagined
Will it ever heal?
I want to scream "Is this a dream?"
How could this happen, happen to me?
This isn't fair. This nightmare.
This kind of torture, I just can't bear.
I want you here. I want you here.
I waited so long for you to come
You were here and now you're gone
I was not prepared for you to leave me
Oh, this is misery
God, help me.
God, help me.
God help me breathe!
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Another song that has meant a lot to me has been Not For a Moment by Meredith Andrews
After all You are constant.
After all You are only good.
After all You are soveriegn.
Not for a moment will You forsake me.
You were singing in the dark,
whispering Your promise
even when I could not hear.
I was held in Your arms,
carried for a thousand miles to show
not for a moment did You forsake me.
In every step, every breath you are there.
Every tear, every cry, every prayer.
In my hurt, at my worst, when my world falls down.
Not for a moment will You forsake me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~Some quotes that have really stuck with are:
The agony is great and yet I will stand it. Had I not loved so much I would not hurt so much. But goodness know I would not want to diminish that precious love by one fraction of an ounce. I will hurt. And I will be grateful for that hurt for it bears witness to the depth of our meaning. And for that I will be eternally grateful. ~ Dr. Elisabeth Kubler - Ross
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Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving ~ Elizabeth McCracken "An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination"
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If a mother is mourning not for what she lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in lsoing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever." A comfort to the God-aimed, etermal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.
Still, there's no denyning that in some sense I "feel better," and with that comes at once a sort of shame, and a feeling that one is under a sort of obligation to cherish and foment and prolong one's unhappiness.
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may revewl a totally new landscape. As I've already noted, not every bend does. Sometimes the surprise is the opposite one; you are presented with exactly the same sort of country you thought you had left behind miles ago. That is when you wonder whether the valley isn't a circular trench. But it isn't. There are partial recurrences, but the sequence doesn't repeat. ~ C. S. Lewis "A Grief Observed"
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Another song that has meant a lot to me has been Not For a Moment by Meredith Andrews
After all You are constant.
After all You are only good.
After all You are soveriegn.
Not for a moment will You forsake me.
You were singing in the dark,
whispering Your promise
even when I could not hear.
I was held in Your arms,
carried for a thousand miles to show
not for a moment did You forsake me.
In every step, every breath you are there.
Every tear, every cry, every prayer.
In my hurt, at my worst, when my world falls down.
Not for a moment will You forsake me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~Some quotes that have really stuck with are:
The agony is great and yet I will stand it. Had I not loved so much I would not hurt so much. But goodness know I would not want to diminish that precious love by one fraction of an ounce. I will hurt. And I will be grateful for that hurt for it bears witness to the depth of our meaning. And for that I will be eternally grateful. ~ Dr. Elisabeth Kubler - Ross
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Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving ~ Elizabeth McCracken "An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination"
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If a mother is mourning not for what she lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in lsoing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to "glorify God and enjoy Him forever." A comfort to the God-aimed, etermal spirit within her. But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.
Still, there's no denyning that in some sense I "feel better," and with that comes at once a sort of shame, and a feeling that one is under a sort of obligation to cherish and foment and prolong one's unhappiness.
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may revewl a totally new landscape. As I've already noted, not every bend does. Sometimes the surprise is the opposite one; you are presented with exactly the same sort of country you thought you had left behind miles ago. That is when you wonder whether the valley isn't a circular trench. But it isn't. There are partial recurrences, but the sequence doesn't repeat. ~ C. S. Lewis "A Grief Observed"
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