"An '80s fox." She was indeed. Yesterday a family member sent me this poem. I cried when I read it – but I've been crying at almost everything for the past seven days. A friend of hers had received this poem from a friend after losing her daughter a few years ago. It's tear-inducing but it's also comforting. I'm posting it here in the hope it will bring comfort to others who have lost loved ones – which is probably all of us.
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea, remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty, remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity, remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.
That's what message boards are for.Thanks. I mostly cry a lot, kill time on message boards and manage to eat just enough to stay alive. I've lost 11 pounds in a week because I haven't had much appetite. Someday – I don't know when – the happy memories will be stronger than the pain and hurt.