I lost my 21-year-old best friend, mini me, only daughter on August 4, 2018. She was involved in a head on collision and killed instantly. My world stopped that morning when the cop came to tell me as they only wanted me to identify her tattoos. It was a horrific accident. I have been so lonely since that day. I have a son and love him dearly, but she was my bff and my girl. I also lost my dad unexpectedly 10 months before my daughter. Then on Sept 25 my mom had a massive heart attack and had to wear a life vest for 4 months and she still is only at about 35%. I just don't know how I am going to make it through all this heartache. Sometimes I can convince myself that my daughter is not gone and that she is just at work. It's weird how our minds work.
I can relate to this poem a lot because I was betrayed and lied to by a close friend of mine I worked with. I had to find out from a few friends that he's going out with a girl that I work with currently. I don't know if I could ever trust him again.
My name is Pastor Rahab K. Mukiama. My son, Chris, committed suicide by hanging on 3/17/2019. While it has been very difficult for our family, we take comfort in God's word and promises. I have found comfort in verses. Psalms 139:6 "Our days are numbered..." Romans 8:28 "Everything works for good to those those who love God and are called according to His purposes and pleasure." God creates each person for a purpose, after which you leave earth. This is God's secret. Deut 29:29 says, "Secret things belong to our God." Those who die in Christ Jesus, though the physical body dies, they live. And like Lazarus and Abraham who believed God and went to heaven when they died, my son is also in heaven being ministered by the angels to wipe away his suffering. My son was born again on March 13, 2013. My happiness is that my son is with God. At times when I miss him, I ask God to tell my son that I still love him in death. And I look forward to when we shall be united in heaven. I will cherish him forever.
I love "I Love You" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. She tells it as it is when young hearts are lit with hearts on fire in the midst of desire. Love is meant to be happy and carefree. Heaven knows in the world there's too much misery. Live and love, love and live. Memories are made of this.
Hi Sandra, I am so very sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing. There are so many of us, and it keeps happening. No one can ever know your pain...only another mother or father who has lost a son will know, and there seems to be quite a few of us. So very sorry. The pain will never go, but it will become less.
My great-uncle was recently diagnosed with cancer and will be sent to hospice this week. He is expected to die this month. His tumor was in his lungs but spread to his brain, and therefore he hallucinates. Whenever we tell him that he has cancer, he always forgets and we have to tell him again. It is more heartbreaking each time. My poor great-aunt cried when her sister had to go home. She said "Please, stay with me! I can't do this on my own," and started weeping. I don't know what I should do.
Thank you for your kind words, Alexis. I hope you have a wonderful, fun-filled summer!
Thanks for sharing this. This really clears up everything that's been going on in my life currently. I just broke up with my best friend, and I was left confused by what he had said to me (too personal to share). But reading this just now answers my questions. Thanks again for sharing. Peace and love.
My son was murdered on April 2, 2019. I held him in my arms as he took his last breath. He was a momma's boy, didn't care who knew. My heart/soul are crushed. I miss him every second of life.
This poem made me cry, considering I go through a similar thing with my own mom who showed nothing but regret of having me. Scrolling down seeing your name was Angie made me cry even more. I felt like I was reading my own feelings.
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