Echos Of Grief - Tumblr Posts
Absolutely nothing romantic about death. Dying doing what you love is something only the living will say to ease the thought process of the deceased. Death is ugly. Not everything in the world needs to be beautiful.
Being alive and dead inside from grief is no way to live. Said the dead.
No matter how many times I’ll wish for this grief to have never resisted. I will never regret loving him.
Once you’ve lost a loved one. You are never truly whole. A part of you is always… just gone.
2,928 hours. That’s the amount of time I was given to have you in my life. I will miss you for the rest of my life. However long that might be.
There are some songs you play on a continuous loop. It’s a song that can take you right back to the moment you needed it most. That’s what he was to me. He was a song I wanted to hear continuously.
Write to me in words as if it were your last. Because I do not know how much longer I will be here.
Movies can give me a brief release from grief. I can sometimes have a chance to focus on something else. Even if it brings me to tears; it helps release some of the pain that is constantly refilled.
For the truly broken hearted. There is no closure. You can accept and understand. But, it doesn’t mean you are ever ok with how it turned out. There is no acceptance in grief.
The way a person dies does not define their life.
Death steals everything; except our stories. - Jim Harrison
I am alive, but I do not really live. I walk in the world with a smile and steadfast. People talk to me without realizing how darkness consumes me. The grief that follows me relentlessly. Never leaving my side day or night. I am never alone because grief is always by my side consoling the pain it has caused.
Things do not replace the absence of a person’s presence.
Someday I will be happy again. It’s just not right now.
I miss the way he made me laugh. How I’d stay up late just to text him good morning. The deep and humorous conversations we would have. I miss his creativity and passion for everything. The list goes on. What I miss most is him being alive.
A person who tells someone that is grieving, “time heals all wounds” has never known the grief that shatters your entire being to the core of your soul. The day that happens to them. They will realize time doesn’t heal anything.
As the universe continues to expand; so does my grief.
People tell you not to put a high value on possessions. They’ll change their mind about that once they loose someone to death. Having something from someone that died becomes more valuable than anything in an instant.