Where grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.
There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
A thousand goodbyes come after death - the first six months of bereavement.
And we will all go together when we go. What a comforting fact that is to know. Universal bereavement, An inspiring achievement, Yes, we will all go together when we go.
A break up is the closest thing to bereavement
For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms.
When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.
Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.
There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.
I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved
Pen-bereavement is a serious matter.
Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.
No one is exempt from grief.
I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.
