New Beginnings.........In Continuation.
I just read another hubbers words about grieving , about losing a loved one to death, though , more than the loss , her hub was about the prayer and the promise of living on. As always , on hubpages , I learn the lesson ,once again, that for the survivors of loss the single most important factor in survival is the acceptance of life without the living of that person in our presence. Of course , it matters as well , when and how we lose that loved one .
This hub got me to thinking about the effects of loss and how each of us deals with it , When I began writing about ten years ago I actually began writing as a way to deal with just this very important part of life. Now, for some people , the losing of a loved one happens at a very young age and for others , that timing isn't as developmentally disabling as perhaps losing one in adulthood. Although losing someone to death is to know the meaning of trauma itself . Often we look at the young as perhaps paying the highest price in dealing emotionally with loss or trauma.
What I would say is this ; it doesn't matter how old or young we are at the time of loss. What really matters is how we deal with it, and perhaps even how we project that experience to other loved ones around us. This beautiful soul that wrote about losing her husband last year ,doing so in poetic form, wrote of her pain and that of her children, she carried a promise of hope and faith in the health of mind and heart and the ultimate promise of one day again, seeing her husband.
We all know that the loss of a loved one and the healthy survival of our hearts is an ongoing process , we deal each and every day with it, this process is not ever something that completes itself, it surfaces uncontrollably and it does so , at times, unmercifully . You may be in school giving a presentation as a student , you might be watching a movie , or dancing at a wedding reception . You could be working in your flower garden , raking the lawn or driving down the highway. But it might be anywhere or anytime.
The point here is this , each and every one of us attains a level of acceptance , the last phase of process in traumatic change , in our own time , in our own way and in our own hearts. The single most important thing that I observe in survivors is this though , a progressive acceptance of that loss, a progress of not allowing ourselves to become bogged down in any phase of loss. I think that she did this so well in her hub that I'm going to tell you who she is.
We should all read "Fossillady's" hub , and there are so many others too ! Hers is but one of those that project a perfect message that we can all take too heart ! I was struck by her positive words , poetry and compassion. She has a couple of poems dealing with loss , as many that I have been so lucky to encounter here on HubPages have , and there are too many to mention.
For me , I can only say that finding a place like Hub Pages has helped me see alot of things differently in my life. How that , when we join together with others , we become something better! We become somehow more complete . Thank you Fossilady and so many others for all you do !
Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle autumn rain
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift upflinging rush
I am quiet birds in circling flight
I am soft starshine at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry.....
I am not there . I did not Die.