.... and I find myself at a loss for words.
A friend's husband died Sunday.
Another young woman joins the club.
Three lovely young woman have lost their father.
And I find myself too sad for words.
My mind keeps transporting itself back to that first week after Jim died.
And I cry.
I cry for what she now faces.
I cry for all that she lost.
I cry because sometimes .... there are no words.
:-(
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I cry with you. Leslie
ReplyDeleteThere. ARE. NO. WORDS!
ReplyDeleteWe just walk alongside. . .
Weeping,
Hugging,
Grieving,
Listening,
and
Weeping some more,
because. . .
We understand all too well!
Sighhhhhhhh!
Janine! Perfectly said! There are no words. I remember two years ago when the news of my husband's death spread, and I would hear those words and it was comforting to know others could somehow even try to appreciate the depth of his death.
ReplyDeleteNo, there are no words, just understanding from those of us who have gone before her.
ReplyDeleteAs a new widow, I am sad that she has joined us. There are no words.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking...Last nite I spoke to my LH's mother, she's just waiting...waiting for the day her husband goes. He has prostate cancer, she is exhausted, and we live too far apart for me to do anything....I wish it was different. Soon she will know...know everything I ever felt when her son died. My heart aches for her.
ReplyDeletethere are no words..but at least there is someone who understands that "there are no words" and doesn't try and offer any.
ReplyDeleteyes..... my husband died 5 weeks ago and just turned 41, its hard, horrific, and flashbacks are agonising.
ReplyDeleteKeep breathing x