Tag: Grief
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‘wishing Lord that I was stoned’
‘Wishing Lord that I was stoned / ’cause there’s something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone’
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The loneliness of the God seeker
In my haphazard search for “God” I have found that people who have found God do not need anyone else.
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‘Imagine there’s no heaven’
Why are you in this group, man? This group is for bereaved people who have lost loved ones and will never see them again. You’re like a guy who just put his wife on a plane knowing you will join her later in a wonderful vacation spot.
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Everything is the way she left it
The red coat she wore on the last day of her life is still in the closet. And her jackets and dresses. Her shoes and boots. Her blouses and other garments are in the chest of drawers.
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Let your wife go, man, let her be at peace
For more than a year, insanity raged throughout the house — damn good thing the nearest neighbor is not within shouting distance.
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‘Gone to Prague, don’t know when I’ll be back’
This blog was like a suddenly abandoned house. I know the owner well — we met in New York City soon after arriving as immigrants to America.
Mary Saves the Day 