My niece-in-law was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. She was transferred from the hospital to hospice today and may not be here for Christmas this year. She has been in my family for 21 years. She is only 48 years old. This poem exemplifies her to me. And I would like to dedicate it to her.
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That poem is beautiful. I loved it. You're really good.
Hardships and problems are like ocean waves which keep coming and going. If we stand in the ocean waves, we can judge ourselves, how strong we are, how capable we are. So, these hardships are the opportunities we are facing. They are not permanent. Nothing is permanent, so just have patience and lean on Jesus.
Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry for your loss. You sound like such a brave young girl, along with your sister. How unfair that you were unable to go to his funeral, but you will one day meet him for sure like you said.
Dean, I'm so very sorry to hear about your loss. That is so unfair, your mom was definitely speaking the truth. To have lost your dad at such a young age is indescribable. I hope that you have had a good support system around you and have found some peace.
Thank you for this poem. There's so much of it that really resonates with me. It's 3 years ago tomorrow (29th Nov) since my boy died. He was only 19.
Sometimes the pain of losing him is so overwhelming there's no words to describe it. It's nice to read these poems; it helps to know that others understand what you're going through.
The thought of when my time comes and he's there to greet me fills me with hope and joy and gets me through each day. Thanks again.
I'm an 11-year-old girl, and I had a rough past. My biological dad gave up his rights. My step-dad adopted me and my 3 siblings. My grandpa died. My parents didn't tell me that my biological dad gave up his rights until I was 10. Well, I kinda found out myself...When they told me, that is when I got depressed. It only started as depression, but a year later my grandpa died. My grandpa and I were close, and then I had suicidal thoughts.
An eloquent poem that expresses angst and remorse in a very brogue matter. Without any cacophony, this poem is extremely idyllic and, though long, is not a litany to the eye.
I recently went through a very similar thing. My best friend of seven years began pushing me away. Then one day she just stopped speaking to me. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I dreamed about her every night. Over time, it became once a week. When she sees me she does not acknowledge me. I have tried to start a conversation, but she barely responds. When she stopped speaking to me I kept trying for about a month. Then one day I forced myself to give up. I stopped chasing her. If she wanted to come back, I would be here, but I had to stop chasing her. It literally ripped my heart into pieces. If I could go back, I would find some way to stop her. What keeps me up the most is the fact that I don't know why she walked away.
I know how it feels to be betrayed. I got betrayed by my cousin. He betrayed me and my family. I trusted him, and the next thing I know is he is stabbing me in the back.
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