I like this so much!
It happened to me with my hat also. I looked in mirror and saw it on my head.
I love this poem. It was so apt for my brother who tried to commit suicide and died from sepsis, but he suffered from PTSD prior to that. I looked for a poem to read at his funeral and found this, which I fell in love with right away and couldn't stop crying reading it. It's the most beautiful and heartfelt poem I've read. Thank you to whoever wrote it; you captured everything I wanted to say.
My best friend, Jane, and I were the worst of enemies, and nobody thought we would become best friends, but now we are best friends. Nothing and no one can come between us.
Thank you for this lovely poem. It will be 2 years tomorrow (29th Nov '18) since I lost my lovely boy. I came home from work to find him gone, lying on the floor of his bedroom. He was only 19 years old. Handsome, loving, loyal, modest and mature, he was the perfect son and he loved us all so much. He died of a brain hemorrhage, no warning, no symptoms, nothing. They say it was very quick and he wouldn't have known what was happening to him. There are no words to describe our pain. One minute, you're making plans for Christmas and the next you're making funeral plans - something no parent should ever have to do. My younger son, now 18, keeps us going, but I know deep inside that I'm empty. I crave the day when I'll be reunited with him. To feel his hugs and hear his hearty laugh again.
Reading the comments here, I just felt that I "belonged." This year has been very hard - in March my father passed and in October my dear brother. I feel so lost now without my brother; we were very close. Tonight I heard this poem being read to a loved one in an English movie and Googled some of the words to find it. The words spoke to my heart as though my brother were saying them himself. Since I was a little girl I have believed in both reincarnation and God. I do know one day I would see my brother again. Still, the pain is great and this poem eased my heart and reminded me that life is never-ending and the best way to honor my brother's life is to be happy. To the lovely lady who thanked us for allowing her to "vent," this is simply our hearts and souls reaching out to others in this kind of pain, a human connection. I, too, thank you all for your stories and for being "out there" with your understanding hearts. Very sincerely, Lee
I am so glad it spoke to you, and I wish you all the best in the future!
Dear Keera Bre,
You how no idea how honored and humbled I am that this poem has impacted you. I always hope my poems will touch people's hearts, and I'm so glad it has touched yours. I pray that your presentation goes well and that your soul won't lose that confidence. Stand up for those kids bullied in your school; you can change the world!
Ella J. Phillips
To all the people who have been hurt, you are not alone. Everyone who has replied to this is going through things too. We are here for you. An when you get those thoughts at night, just think that someone is on the other side of the moon looking at it too. Keep pushing through. Because someone might need you someday. Please. If not for yourself, do it for the people who are writing everything that has happen to them on this website. And if you think this is some random person who thinks they don't know what is feels like to be in your spot, trust me there are things that I am terrified to speak of and I have been heartbroken by the people I thought would be there. So yeah. But please for us, live. You have a better future.
Hi William. This is based on a real dog, a soft and friendly golden retriever. The part about the thief, I'm afraid is just a product of my fevered imagination. Thank you for the kind comments.
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