A woman messaged me and told me I might like and want to share a poem that someone gave to her when her daughter died. Maybe it will help comfort those who are struggling right now.
To All Parents
"I'll lend you for a little while a child of
mine," he said,"for you to love the while she lives and mourn for when
she's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, but
will you,till I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her
charms to gladden you, and should her stay be brief, you'll have her
lovely memories as solace for your grief."
"I cannot promise
she will stay; since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught
down there I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over
in my search for teachers true and from the throngs that crowd life's
lanes I have chosen you. Now will you give her all your love, nor think
the labor vain, nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?"
"I fancied that I heard them say,"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done! For all
the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief will run. We'll
shelter her with tenderness,we'll live her while we may, and for the
happiness we've known, forever grateful stay; but should the angels call
for her much sooner than we've planned, we'll brave the bitter grief
that comes and try to understand!"
By Edgar Guest
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
A Message From My Husband...
I'm really tired of seeing these posts about when a celebrity dies and people stating that an x amount of Soldiers die everyday at war. Correct me if I'm wrong, but before any of you were in the Military, Soldiers were dying and there was none of these posts.
Celebrities jobs are to entertain people. If a celebrity is an international superstar then of course they are going to get the media attention. Simply that is their business, to entertain and with that comes mass media attention when they die.
Us, as Soldiers, are in the business of killing and protecting our country by any means necessary. We don't get the attention because simply we don't need it. We have the most prestigious job in the WORLD. This is not to take any credit from our Soldiers who paid the ultimate Sacrifice. My hat is off to you and I salute you!
This is for some of you people that try to piggyback off a celebrities death and water it down to make it be all about the Soldiers. Whatever happened to just being an American and caring about people in general? Because if you didn't know it, when I take my boots and Acu's off I am still a person!
So let's not make one death mean more than the other. Because celebrities are people as well! Respect their lives, families and let the people who want to grieve over them grieve. That's the beauty of America, if you don't like it shut the fuck up and change the page or channel, but don't be that ignorant to talk about someone who died!
~An American Soldier
Celebrities jobs are to entertain people. If a celebrity is an international superstar then of course they are going to get the media attention. Simply that is their business, to entertain and with that comes mass media attention when they die.
Us, as Soldiers, are in the business of killing and protecting our country by any means necessary. We don't get the attention because simply we don't need it. We have the most prestigious job in the WORLD. This is not to take any credit from our Soldiers who paid the ultimate Sacrifice. My hat is off to you and I salute you!
This is for some of you people that try to piggyback off a celebrities death and water it down to make it be all about the Soldiers. Whatever happened to just being an American and caring about people in general? Because if you didn't know it, when I take my boots and Acu's off I am still a person!
So let's not make one death mean more than the other. Because celebrities are people as well! Respect their lives, families and let the people who want to grieve over them grieve. That's the beauty of America, if you don't like it shut the fuck up and change the page or channel, but don't be that ignorant to talk about someone who died!
~An American Soldier
Sunday, February 12, 2012
The thought of Losing him...
All the "hoop-la" around the death of Whitney Houston on facebook had me thinking...
If something were to happen to my husband, be it at war or something else, I would be torn apart. Even if we were together or not, I would feel empty inside. I would mourn him because of my love for him... because of how he made me feel at my happiest moments... his past indiscretions and wrong doings wouldn't mean a thing in that moment... I also wouldn't be thinking about his occupation as a soldier...that is not why I love him..
When people lose someone they love, they deserve to grieve...and they deserve to do so without someone else discrediting that life...
A soldier, a celebrity, a doctor, a teacher...a drunk, a druggie, a homeless person down on their luck.. a lost life to those who loved them is a tragedy, no matter who it is.
Just some thoughts of mine...
If something were to happen to my husband, be it at war or something else, I would be torn apart. Even if we were together or not, I would feel empty inside. I would mourn him because of my love for him... because of how he made me feel at my happiest moments... his past indiscretions and wrong doings wouldn't mean a thing in that moment... I also wouldn't be thinking about his occupation as a soldier...that is not why I love him..
When people lose someone they love, they deserve to grieve...and they deserve to do so without someone else discrediting that life...
A soldier, a celebrity, a doctor, a teacher...a drunk, a druggie, a homeless person down on their luck.. a lost life to those who loved them is a tragedy, no matter who it is.
Just some thoughts of mine...
Monday, August 29, 2011
Hurricane Irene aftermath..
I'm reading about the death toll with Hurricane Irene. Sitting here just confuzzled at the lack of common sense when it comes to fooling with Mother Nature. I'm reading that at least 28 deaths were in connection with this Hurricane. Some of them have me saying "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot" -
"In Bristol, 46-year-old Shane Seaver died after he and another man went canoeing down a flooded street and the canoe capsized. Seaver's body washed ashore late Sunday night in Plainville. The other man survived." (in Connecticut) - What in the hell possessed these men to get in a canoe and think it was a good idea to take a "stroll" in the flooded street? If this were one of my family members I would be pissed off that they died this way because it was completely preventable.
"In Volusia County, 55-year-old Frederick Fernandez died Saturday off New Smyrna Beach after he was tossed off his board by massive waves caused by Irene. The Orlando Sentinel reports the high school teacher had a large cut on his head, apparently from hitting the sea floor." (in Florida) - Huh?! You mean to tell me this guy was actually surfing in the ocean with a freakin' hurricane?!! And this man is a teacher so you would think he would have known better! I understand surfers live for the waves and all but did he really think this was a good idea? Come on... my 12yr old has more sense than that.
"Celena Sylvestri, 20, of Quinton, called her boyfriend and then 911 early Sunday seeking help getting out of her flooded car in Pilesgrove, police said. Her body was found eight hours later in the vehicle, which was about 150 feet off the road, police said." (in NJ) - This one really hits close to home.. This is right near where I'm from. I got married in Quinton, NJ. I know the roads and I know you don't drive in them when they are flooded!!! Another death that could have been prevented if she used her brain.
"Police in Suffolk County say 68-year-old Joseph Rocco of East Islip drowned while windsurfing in Bellport Bay." & "Two men were swept down the Croton River on Sunday evening after their inflatable boat capsized, and one of them died after being pulled down river by heavy currents, Croton police said." - Really? Do I even need to touch on this? I think I've said enough with the above examples.
Now, I'm sorry that these people lost their lives and my heart really does go out to their families despite how heartless I seem, but these deaths were completely unnecessary! Why don't people listen to the warnings that are issued with these Hurricanes? and other things like Tornadoes and Earthquakes... these are not things to mess with because they are seriously unpredictable events. It bothers me to see people lose their lives over senseless things. /rant
"In Bristol, 46-year-old Shane Seaver died after he and another man went canoeing down a flooded street and the canoe capsized. Seaver's body washed ashore late Sunday night in Plainville. The other man survived." (in Connecticut) - What in the hell possessed these men to get in a canoe and think it was a good idea to take a "stroll" in the flooded street? If this were one of my family members I would be pissed off that they died this way because it was completely preventable.
"In Volusia County, 55-year-old Frederick Fernandez died Saturday off New Smyrna Beach after he was tossed off his board by massive waves caused by Irene. The Orlando Sentinel reports the high school teacher had a large cut on his head, apparently from hitting the sea floor." (in Florida) - Huh?! You mean to tell me this guy was actually surfing in the ocean with a freakin' hurricane?!! And this man is a teacher so you would think he would have known better! I understand surfers live for the waves and all but did he really think this was a good idea? Come on... my 12yr old has more sense than that.
"Celena Sylvestri, 20, of Quinton, called her boyfriend and then 911 early Sunday seeking help getting out of her flooded car in Pilesgrove, police said. Her body was found eight hours later in the vehicle, which was about 150 feet off the road, police said." (in NJ) - This one really hits close to home.. This is right near where I'm from. I got married in Quinton, NJ. I know the roads and I know you don't drive in them when they are flooded!!! Another death that could have been prevented if she used her brain.
"Police in Suffolk County say 68-year-old Joseph Rocco of East Islip drowned while windsurfing in Bellport Bay." & "Two men were swept down the Croton River on Sunday evening after their inflatable boat capsized, and one of them died after being pulled down river by heavy currents, Croton police said." - Really? Do I even need to touch on this? I think I've said enough with the above examples.
Now, I'm sorry that these people lost their lives and my heart really does go out to their families despite how heartless I seem, but these deaths were completely unnecessary! Why don't people listen to the warnings that are issued with these Hurricanes? and other things like Tornadoes and Earthquakes... these are not things to mess with because they are seriously unpredictable events. It bothers me to see people lose their lives over senseless things. /rant
Thursday, December 16, 2010
The time I felt Scared (The Art of Caring)
The journal entry says:
"As you reflect on the times you felt scared, what comes to mind?"
When I think of times I have been scared, one moment in time comes to mind the most. My husband had just left to go back from R&R on his third deployment and my aunt called me to let me know my mother, who was dying of cancer, was going down fast.
At this point, my mother wasn't really talking or doing much of anything. I like to hope that the doctors had her too doped up to feel any pain. It's been over 2yrs now since my mother died. Her dying isn't what scared me, or even the cancer that took her life. What scared me was what I had to do.
I had to find the courage some where in my soul of pain and grief to tell my mother to let go of her life. I hadn't even heard if my husband was back safely in Iraq and I had to talk to my mommy and tell her it was time to go. We think she was holding on, not sure for what, but we think maybe my brother's bday since it was only a day or two away.
My aunt called me and I told her I wanted to talk to my mom. I didn't know if she would be able to hear me, but I think she did b/c my aunt said it seemed like she from whatever she was doing when I was on the phone. I was scared she wouldn't know who I was, but mostly I was scared of what I was about to tell her....
"Mommy, it's Jamie. He left this morning to go back to Iraq. I'm sorry we couldn't come see you. Mommy, I want you to know that I love you very much and so does JT and Jackie. Mommy, I promise you that JT is gonna be fine, we're gonna make sure he gets straightened up. You don't have to worry about Jackie b/c she is with a great family and she is being taken care of and living how you would want. We all love you, and we'll all miss you very much, but you have to let go now. It's time for you to go on to a place where you can live again and not be in pain. Mommy, just let go and move on. I love you."
My mother died the next day. The fear I felt in my heart, telling her that, doesn't come close to any other fear I have ever had.
The pillow I ordered with all the flowers for her funeral:
REF*The Art of Caring*
"As you reflect on the times you felt scared, what comes to mind?"
When I think of times I have been scared, one moment in time comes to mind the most. My husband had just left to go back from R&R on his third deployment and my aunt called me to let me know my mother, who was dying of cancer, was going down fast.
At this point, my mother wasn't really talking or doing much of anything. I like to hope that the doctors had her too doped up to feel any pain. It's been over 2yrs now since my mother died. Her dying isn't what scared me, or even the cancer that took her life. What scared me was what I had to do.
I had to find the courage some where in my soul of pain and grief to tell my mother to let go of her life. I hadn't even heard if my husband was back safely in Iraq and I had to talk to my mommy and tell her it was time to go. We think she was holding on, not sure for what, but we think maybe my brother's bday since it was only a day or two away.
My aunt called me and I told her I wanted to talk to my mom. I didn't know if she would be able to hear me, but I think she did b/c my aunt said it seemed like she from whatever she was doing when I was on the phone. I was scared she wouldn't know who I was, but mostly I was scared of what I was about to tell her....
"Mommy, it's Jamie. He left this morning to go back to Iraq. I'm sorry we couldn't come see you. Mommy, I want you to know that I love you very much and so does JT and Jackie. Mommy, I promise you that JT is gonna be fine, we're gonna make sure he gets straightened up. You don't have to worry about Jackie b/c she is with a great family and she is being taken care of and living how you would want. We all love you, and we'll all miss you very much, but you have to let go now. It's time for you to go on to a place where you can live again and not be in pain. Mommy, just let go and move on. I love you."
My mother died the next day. The fear I felt in my heart, telling her that, doesn't come close to any other fear I have ever had.
The pillow I ordered with all the flowers for her funeral:
REF*The Art of Caring*
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The feeling of Death...
I wrote this on 10/2/95 ~
On a dark and misty night I walked alone down a narrow dirt road. Thick woods ran along both sides of me. Off in the distance I heard an owl, it's screech pierced my ears. I stopped,listening to the sounds of the night. As I started to walk again, I looked aimlessly around me, wondering what was lurking in the isolated woods.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream broke the silence of the night. My feet wouldn't move, I just stood there with beads of sweat all over my face. I was scared and could hear nothing now but the pounding of my own heart. I tried to calm myself, but I just couldn't get the screams out of my head. I forced myself to walk some more, being more cautious of my surroundings. To my surprise, I heard nothing but the lonely owl for about 20 minutes.
When I heard footsteps in the woods to my right, I picked up my pace. No more than a few minutes later I was running full speed trying to get away from whatever was following me. Not paying attention to what was in front of me, I tripped over a log and fell. I just wanted to disappear. I got up the strength to pull myself from the ground when someone ran into me. We both hit the ground hard. As I turned over, I realized it was a woman lying next to me. I saw blood and automatically thought she was dead. I checked for a pulse, it was there, but faintly. i called to her to see if she could hear me. The stranger opened her eyes and stared at me. She looked at me so hard that it felt like she could see my soul. When she tried to say something, all she made was a gurgling sound. I was so frightened that I stood up, getting ready to run. Her eyes moved past me and grew wide. I knew something was wrong so I turned around to see what she was looking at.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Standing before me was a tall man with a butcher's knife clutched tightly in his hand. Blood was dripping off the tip of the knife onto the ground and staining it a dark crimson color. I turned around and ran for my life, forgetting about the dying woman lying on the ground. I could hear the crazed man chasing me. He was getting closer by the minute and I began to panic even more.
Not long after I had began running, his hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into his chest. I knew the end was coming for me, but I wondered how soon. My attacker said nothing as I pleaded for my life. When he got tired of me begging, he plunged the sharp blade of the knife into my throat. I tried my best despite the pain to get away from him. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. It was useless, I was as good as dead. More than once I felt the cold blade pierce my back. No one but me and the psychotic man holding me heard my agonizing screams.
Before I knew it, he threw me on the ground and watched as I struggled to hold onto my life. Watching me as I took my lasts breaths, I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
On a dark and misty night I walked alone down a narrow dirt road. Thick woods ran along both sides of me. Off in the distance I heard an owl, it's screech pierced my ears. I stopped,listening to the sounds of the night. As I started to walk again, I looked aimlessly around me, wondering what was lurking in the isolated woods.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream broke the silence of the night. My feet wouldn't move, I just stood there with beads of sweat all over my face. I was scared and could hear nothing now but the pounding of my own heart. I tried to calm myself, but I just couldn't get the screams out of my head. I forced myself to walk some more, being more cautious of my surroundings. To my surprise, I heard nothing but the lonely owl for about 20 minutes.
When I heard footsteps in the woods to my right, I picked up my pace. No more than a few minutes later I was running full speed trying to get away from whatever was following me. Not paying attention to what was in front of me, I tripped over a log and fell. I just wanted to disappear. I got up the strength to pull myself from the ground when someone ran into me. We both hit the ground hard. As I turned over, I realized it was a woman lying next to me. I saw blood and automatically thought she was dead. I checked for a pulse, it was there, but faintly. i called to her to see if she could hear me. The stranger opened her eyes and stared at me. She looked at me so hard that it felt like she could see my soul. When she tried to say something, all she made was a gurgling sound. I was so frightened that I stood up, getting ready to run. Her eyes moved past me and grew wide. I knew something was wrong so I turned around to see what she was looking at.
I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Standing before me was a tall man with a butcher's knife clutched tightly in his hand. Blood was dripping off the tip of the knife onto the ground and staining it a dark crimson color. I turned around and ran for my life, forgetting about the dying woman lying on the ground. I could hear the crazed man chasing me. He was getting closer by the minute and I began to panic even more.
Not long after I had began running, his hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back into his chest. I knew the end was coming for me, but I wondered how soon. My attacker said nothing as I pleaded for my life. When he got tired of me begging, he plunged the sharp blade of the knife into my throat. I tried my best despite the pain to get away from him. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. It was useless, I was as good as dead. More than once I felt the cold blade pierce my back. No one but me and the psychotic man holding me heard my agonizing screams.
Before I knew it, he threw me on the ground and watched as I struggled to hold onto my life. Watching me as I took my lasts breaths, I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
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