I Moan With You... For You....

A somber day..
Things happened so quickly…
One minute things were better…
..The next minute he was gone…
No words to express...
The emotions felt...
blank stares...throats hurting...
trying to hold back the tears...
trying to be strong...
..No strength LEFT.....
Tears flowing..grief stricken....
Shock,disbelief...anger...bitterness....
Future seems bleak...What next....?

Same day,there is a wedding..
I must attend....
Celebrate the union of two people..
The skeptic that I am, doesn’t care for weddings…
..I feel guilty...for wondering if i will still get cake...
...i should be here moaning..feeling sad...
But what can i do here...am helpless...
The irony of this day…
One life ends….another begins…
Is that nature’s way of compensating??.
…..I wonder,...in silence...….


.Gone never to be seen again...
Only in Photos...memories...
The reality of it..
…...saddening…
Truly death is a bad reaper….
Seeing the tears….the grief in their eyes..
..A great loss...
A great life..coming to an abrupt end...

I cannot comprehend it..
Losing someone so close to you….
Ripped away from you in seconds…
The rudeness of Death..
The arrogance and blatancy of the Reaper….
No chance to bargain for more time..
.no time to say goodbye. to the ones you love...
The reaper’s business must go on……
…you have no choice..
No say…..


Going to a better place they say...
No more misery and suffering?...
They are now at peace….?
But are we selfish not to celebrate..
Wanting them to still be here.....
Stay to endure the tribulations in this world...
Should we feel guilty...?

..The dear loved ones left behind….
The emptiness…..
The void….no longer there to talk ,laugh with….
Left to accept the finality of death….


I moan my friend's loss..
I moan for the family…..
Not enough tears to make it better….
I can only offer comfort….
Cry together..Pray together..
For peace...understanding...

I feel a deep sadness….
....helplessness...
I wish i could bring your loved one back....
....But i cannot....
I do not have the power to do so..
..Even if i wanted....:(

Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.

GEORGE ELIOT, Adam Bede

May Your Soul Rest In Peace Pa.