I’m leaving this quote here from When Death Takes Something From You Give It Back because it’s the only piece of writing I gripped onto in my grief and still do. “Here lies the hope. A hope that what you gave me will grow in others, if I am able to share it. And that my love is strengthened and made more beautiful because now it contains your love. This must not be destroyed by sorrow. It says in the poem, ‘give it back.’ As if giving goes back and forth all the time. From the living to the living. From the dead to the living. And from the living to the dead.” I have to believe something stays.
You - as you are - are a tribute to her and I feel like I know her through you. Surviving the hell of friend-death leaves us so marred with rage, injustice, and tears. I'm there with you searching for Phillip in pictures, but I've found I find him every time I look deeply at myself in the mirror. I love you so much.
I feel so seen by your raw honestly in this essay. I lost my Dad & two other people close to me last year. I spend a lot of time feeling like I'm not grieving right or grieving enough, and getting mad at myself for that. When I'm not made at myself is when I'm bent with grief and I wish I would go back to not doing enough again. Thank you for sharing your Mary and your truth with us. ♥️
oh Erika <3. the feeling of guilt for "not grieving right" is so real. Mary was so lucky to have you and i hope her memory always serves as a blessing for you and everyone she loved.
I’m leaving this quote here from When Death Takes Something From You Give It Back because it’s the only piece of writing I gripped onto in my grief and still do. “Here lies the hope. A hope that what you gave me will grow in others, if I am able to share it. And that my love is strengthened and made more beautiful because now it contains your love. This must not be destroyed by sorrow. It says in the poem, ‘give it back.’ As if giving goes back and forth all the time. From the living to the living. From the dead to the living. And from the living to the dead.” I have to believe something stays.
You are grieving just right. Thank you for sharing her memory with us. Her smile is so beautiful, so full of joy <3
You - as you are - are a tribute to her and I feel like I know her through you. Surviving the hell of friend-death leaves us so marred with rage, injustice, and tears. I'm there with you searching for Phillip in pictures, but I've found I find him every time I look deeply at myself in the mirror. I love you so much.
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Hugs and thanks for sharing
I know you’re grieving right because it feels like a privilege every time you share a bit of Mary with us ❤️ hugs and I love you
I feel so seen by your raw honestly in this essay. I lost my Dad & two other people close to me last year. I spend a lot of time feeling like I'm not grieving right or grieving enough, and getting mad at myself for that. When I'm not made at myself is when I'm bent with grief and I wish I would go back to not doing enough again. Thank you for sharing your Mary and your truth with us. ♥️
oh Erika <3. the feeling of guilt for "not grieving right" is so real. Mary was so lucky to have you and i hope her memory always serves as a blessing for you and everyone she loved.
I’m so sorry about your unexpected loss, but I think writing is a beautiful way to honor, remember, and memorialize Mary! 💕
Absolutely gorgeous writing. Sending my love 🍄❤️
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