She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
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Hubble Sees Monstrous Cloud Boomerang Back to our Galaxy by NASA Goddard Photo and Video
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My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved - I loved alone
“Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe
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The art of mastering grief is not an art worth mastering at all
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Start
I have to start somewhere, so this is my start.
I am still alive. I lived to see another year.
I didn't think I would be able to go on with life with him dead but I did.
I did well. I am proud of myself.
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June 6: The Truth
You can’t save a person who doesn’t want to be saved. You can delay the inevitable for a while and watch them wither away but you can’t save them.
They don’t leave suddenly, they just fade away before your eyes and you wonder what more you could have done, where did you go wrong?
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June 4: Pain
Everybody reacts to pain differently. It is a known fact that pain changes people whether or not for the good, it depends on one’s perspective. I for one don’t think anything good comes out of pain. Especially from the ones that don’t leave visible scars.
They tell me this will make me stronger, that it will make me and my sibling grow up faster, make us more responsible. Each word is a new stab. As if the death of a parent is a tool used to sharpen the life skills of a kid. Why are people so desperate to find value in everything bad? Not every suffering happens for good. Sometimes suffering is just that, suffering. Sometimes pain is just pain. It doesn’t make you stronger, it doesn’t teach you some profound life lesson, it just hurts.
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Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
Jamie Anderson
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