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 I measure every grief I meet

 With analytic eyes;

 I wonder if it weighs like mine,

 Or has an easier size.

 

 I wonder if they bore it long,

 Or did it just begin?

 I could not tell the date of mine,

 It feels so old a pain.

 I wonder if it hurts to live,

 And if they have to try,

 And whether, could they choose between,

 They would not rather die.

 I wonder if when years have piled–

 Some thousands–on the cause

 Of early hurt, if such a lapse

 Could give them any pause;

 Or would they go on aching still

 Through centuries above,

 Enlightened to a larger pain

 By contrast with the love.

 

 The grieved are many, I am told;

 The reason deeper lies,–

 Death is but one and comes but once,

 And only nails the eyes.

 

 There’s grief of want, and grief of cold,–

 A sort they call despair;

 There’s banishment from native eyes,

 In sight of native air.

 

 And though I may not guess the kind

 Correctly, yet to me

 A piercing comfort it affords

 In passing Calvary,

 

 To note the fashions of the cross,

 Of those that stand alone,

 Still fascinated to presume

 That some are like my own.(Emily Dickinson)

 

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity. ~Terri Guillemets

 

I never thought I have to say my last farewell to the people I love but today I faced another day as such. .Although I experienced grief,loss and bereavement to my closest members of my family in the past  I thought over the years I became stronger and now I am more able to  accept loss more easily . The impact of death, grief and bereavement has different effects when you are emotionally involved.  Even though, it’s a very difficult period, I am experiencing some kind of personal growth during the grieving process.I wasn’t been prepared for this outpouring of grief.And as the days get closer to the day of the funeral my eyes shed tears . And tears –  never could I have believed that so many tears would have come out of one person, let alone me who had always been so strong, so put-together, so there for everyone else. Grief like this is an isolator – no work colleagues and family  members want to see grief like this. Damn death …Although I acknowledge that everyone die one day ,when I really experience such sad time it breaks my heart . Death is the actual event that took place to initiate the grief of losing a loved one. Death is a final step to seeing, living with or communicating with the deceased. Death is a pronouncement of the end of life on earth and the commencement of mourning and loss. Death often brings back memories of other past losses and thus makes the grieving process more difficult.

I weep my eyes out ,,,I grieve and I know most of my workmates are facing the same feelings  and its so damn hard as the day get closer to say my last farewell .I need to cope and the best way to do that is to work and work and work and work …until brain cell will be so exhausted to process thoughts ….

I cherish all days we spent together,the days we laughed ,we joked ….I cherished all the lovely moments and as  the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

With what a deep devotedness of woe

 I wept thy absence – o’er and o’er again

 Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,

 And memory, like a drop that, night and day,

 Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

 ~Thomas Moore