How long will the pain last? ' a broken hearted mourner
asked me. 'All the rest of your Life.'
I have to answer truthfully.
We never quite forget. No matter how many
years pass, we remember.
The loss of a loved one is like a major operation.
Part of us is removed, and we have a scar
for the rest of our lives.
As years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that
call for full attention.
But the pain is still there, not far below the surface.
We see a face that looks familiar,
hear a voice that echoes, see a photograph in someone's
album, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it
seems as though a knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully
And mixed with joy too
Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow
it brings happiness with it
How long will the pain last?
All the rest of your life
But the things to remember is that
not only the pain will last but,
the blessed memories as well
Tears are proof of life
the more love, the more tears
If this be true, then how could we ever ask
That pain cease all together
For then the memory of love would go with it
the pain of grief is the price we pay for love!
asked me. 'All the rest of your Life.'
I have to answer truthfully.
We never quite forget. No matter how many
years pass, we remember.
The loss of a loved one is like a major operation.
Part of us is removed, and we have a scar
for the rest of our lives.
As years go by, we manage.
There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that
call for full attention.
But the pain is still there, not far below the surface.
We see a face that looks familiar,
hear a voice that echoes, see a photograph in someone's
album, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it
seems as though a knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully
And mixed with joy too
Because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow
it brings happiness with it
How long will the pain last?
All the rest of your life
But the things to remember is that
not only the pain will last but,
the blessed memories as well
Tears are proof of life
the more love, the more tears
If this be true, then how could we ever ask
That pain cease all together
For then the memory of love would go with it
the pain of grief is the price we pay for love!
Megan Dugan
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