#mourning
i don’t understand how someone can be there one minute and gone the next.
I know I’ll survive it but I don’t want to
you know these moments when a friend just casually says something that validates your friendship, like just refers to something as “our place” or “our thing” and suddenly your heart is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil and days later you’re still thinking about it
A fact about me is
I can’t write when I’m happy
The only way for me to
Write about happiness is
By making it all sad
Like a curse
All good things come to an end
You don’t miss something you have
Till it’s gone
‘I was so happy till ’
Oh god , Disney lied
Happy ever after doesn’t exist
Enjoy the moment
Until it’s time to mourn it
You know when you’re thinking about it
And smiling
But deep inside you
You wish you could go back and relive the moment
Be that happy again
Feel that happiness again
Laugh as hard
Love as hard
But hey , you can’t
So you start mourning the moment
Wishing it back to life
We’re all a little bit cursed
Why do happy moments
Have the power
To make us sad ?
From YOSHIKI’S official Instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/tv/CdiES8tgXwd
父 (my dad), Hide, Taiji, 母 (my mom)
(He’s listed the losses chronologically, not by priority)
Here’s the YouTube link that he shared:
As if you never left
My heart aches your absence everyday,
There’s a part of my soul you stole away.
Now that you’re gone, I just can replay
Your lessons and wise words
that will forever stay.
I know it was your time to go and leave,
And though we’re in different sides of
Heaven’s gates, you’re here with me,
Repairing my heart of all the grief
And filling it with hope and belief.
When I think of you I can’t avoid the storm
Of salty rain and deep mourn.
Concurrently I feel your arms’ warmth
Protecting, guiding me henceforth,
For you are my dear angel, my true north.
- S.T.S.
Currently volunteering a 3hr shift to the Pet Loss Support Hotline at MSU CVM. I am a firm believer that our ‘pets’ are a part of our family and if you are grieving, struggling to cope with their loss, then there should be someone there to help you. Tonight, that might be me!
If you or anyone you know is struggling with the loss of a pet and feels like they need someone to talk to, there are options!
- The Listening Ear 24-hour Crisis Hotline: (517) 337-1717
- The Iams Pet Loss Support Resource Center: (888) 332 7738 [M-F 8-5]
- WSU Hotline: (886) 266-8635
- Until April 20th, 2017 MSU Pet Loss Support Hotline: (517) 432-2696
6:30 pm - 9:30 pm EST [T,W,Th]
It is home
& nothing else. For home is to give
every doorway a human it knows
it cannot keep. That this golden light
is shaved down by a grating heart
of loss—smashed blue in the clay
sun, rhubarb moonlight, loom of a wooden
feeling that you are missing. The ice
cubes of a vodka tonic are melting
by the lake. The moose are still
awaiting your curved arrival.
This week is foggy,
but a kiln is warming somewhere.
There is so much lettuce in the garden.
Here is the Mooselake of summers past
aged to a single piece of beach glass.
Here is the dock to a mourning lake.
This life is blue, and every teary eye a moon
trying to excuse light for leaving
it slivered each day. This is fullness
confused for emptiness. This is the birch
built black bear rotted to a bare truth.
Just name it time.
Just name it love.
You are calling sandwich orders from the stairs
above the water, rattling down the hill in the cart.
This month is but a rattling return.
We ask for you,
but are given an empty dining chair, mosaic squares,
stacked log walls, this day.
Here is the doorway of loss. Here is your house
with all the chairs filled, rocking chairs, rocking.
Here’s everyone who loves you crammed
into the screened porch: smelling of salt bagels,
wet daffodils, bald hearts, trying to find a mountain
road, raspberry smashed ground, a way home to you.
This world is throbbing. This house is full.
There are many doorways
and we are all moving through.