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samitham shared a letter in the
Parenting group 6 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 6 months, 4 weeks agoI held her to me: Mommy
TaMara E'Lan G.The storm had finally arrived after brewing in a silent sea of delusion for far too long. The wind of truth blew fiercely against us all and the rain that fell endlessly were indeed our tears. The clouds drifted across an amber sky of clustered thoughts that hid the sunlight that day.
Yet still I held her to me.
I spoke of angels and good Soul food, whispered love and affirmations in her ear, and kissed her lips. Memories like morning dew covered and saturated my heart.
Yet still I held her to me.
Not knowing that she felt me or even knew who I was any longer because the time was at hand. Her breathing was shallow and yet the life she had lived spoke volumes throughout her transitioning. There was no more time for abandonment issues or thoughts of past transgressions; no space for generational strongholds to reinforce trauma bonding. For soon she would be gone, embraced by the light and Angels she adored. “Thank you” she had told me a mere few days ago as I cared for her, cleaning her and playing her favorite music. “I love you” she had said words that I thought I would never hear her say again after our estrangement.
Yet still I held her to me.
The embrace gave us both the closure that we needed and sought from each other. This day the hospice nurse comes to pull us out of the dark room “Give her space to transition” she said, “often loved ones won’t transition when being watched.” At the time, and in my grief, I thought that was odd of her to say. However when we went back into the room, I touched my mommy’s cooling skin and her stillness almost frightens me, yet it was then that I knew she was gone.
Yet still I held her to me.
Emotions too deep to express escaped us as we gathered around the shell that once housed her spirit. She had joined the ancestors that now danced in the wind beyond this realm. And as the years and time attempt to comfort us all in her absence, as she comes to visit us in dreams to hold dear with our memories, when moments too big for explanation are captured – my thoughts are of our last hug, when still I held her to me.-
Thank you so much for being such a wonderful light and sharing your insight and outlet through grief. I believe it’s so important to find a helpful and healing outlet through the journey of grief. Reading this brought back memories of my father. I also love your imagery in this piece. Thank you so much for sharing.
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beyondbarriers shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months agoBroken New Years
Matthew L JablonskyThe year is almost over,
And another will soon start.
This year, however,
I’ll begin with a broken heart.I’m missing my loved ones,
My friends who’ve recently passed.
I miss their sweet voices,
Their smiles and their laughs.It was supposed to be a Merry Christmas!
Another photo in the album!
Then suddenly that changed,
to the first Christmas without ’em…I screamed up at God,
“CAN YOU JUST TELL ME WHY?”
“ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!”
“AM I JUST YELLING AT THE SKY?!?!”I fell to my knees,
and started punching at the ground.
When suddenly I realized…
My loved one’s are all around…They’re right here with me,
Feeling all this pain.
Does that mean they feel the sunshine?
Does it mean they feel the rain?Maybe they’re not as gone,
As the world seems to say.
Maybe they’re right beside me…
Every night and every day!If they’re here with me,
Guiding my every move…
Then I know that I can make it!
Because there’s nothing they can’t do!This poem is dedicated in loving memory to my friends Alex Wisniewski, Joe Ewer, and Tammy Pouliot, but it goes out to anyone who has lost a loved one.
You are not alone. ❤️❤️❤️
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Wow, this poem almost brought me to tears. Your words are very heartfelt and gave me insight that I am not alone on this grieving journey. At times, I scream and feel alone. But I am learning that there are other people who understand the grieving process and that it is not easy. Thank you for your kind words and confidence in sharing your…read more
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Hey Matt, I watched my father slowly pass from lung cancer. And my mom is only getting older. Three cousins passed,2 were younger than me and passed due to drug addiction. And a bunch of guys I grew up around do to gun violence. But one thing I learned in recovery is life don’t get better we get better at life.
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Barbara Lorello shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months agoDear Bernie Marcus
Love, BarbDear Bernie Marcus:
I met you in 2014, when I got recruited by the company you and Arthur Blank started back in the 1970’s. That story came to life in your book “Built from Scratch.”
If anyone told me that my life’s mission would be in a hardware store, I would have told them they were crazy, but it has been the place where God placed me to do his work.
When my children were young, my ex-husband didn’t want me to work. That was the time I got the volunteering bug. It felt so good to give back, and I went all out; I volunteered full time at my children’s school. I also volunteered in a nature preserve studying endangered plants and served on several boards.
While I was going through my divorce, another talent surfaced. I realized I had a knack for encouraging young people to reach their potential to be the best version of themselves. I could teach them how to be great leaders, care for their people, and love the company they worked for. This came in the form of tough love, empathy, and compassion for the trials that young people face as they grow.I started this part of my journey with an electronics company with a yellow tag for their logo. I honed my skills and blossomed in that environment. At the time, that company was struggling to find its place. Five restructurings in six years had me questioning my future. It was divine intervention when a recruiter from your company came into my yellow tag store and asked my boss if he had any talent that was affected by the most recent restructure; he gave her my name.
Both these skills led me through ten years of working for you, using God given natural craft to make each store I worked in just a little better. I’ve been able to develop leaders who will continue to make your company strong into the future. You’ve allowed me to give back to our community through writing grants for veterans and those in need.
God knew what he was doing when he brought us together. Working for you also gave me the opportunity to hear people’s stories. For some reason, people gravitate to me and tell me their stories, most consist of life’s struggles. It gives me an opportunity to slow down, offer a shoulder to cry on, and a hug to ease their pain.
Bernie, although we never met in person, your legacy is commendable. You’ve helped make thousands of blue-collar people become millionaires. Your foundations, created before and after your time in service, are still strong and help thousands of people every day. This will all live on in your memory, and we will keep your legacy alive.
I am deeply honored to work for your company. RIP, Bernie, you did it well.
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Shelley Dunbar shared a letter in the
Parenting group 7 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Isabella Serra shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months, 1 weeks agosince you disappeared, you've been everywhere
Isabella SerraWhen a human dies, the world stands still for a quiet moment and no one on earth can breathe. Then each individual except for you takes their next inhale and I realize that the world was never still at all.
People say that they would die for you, but do people ever say that they would live for you?
I would live for you; I will live the life that you never got to experience fully and I will take you with me.The sorts of things that people live for; I will chase exhilaration as a hungry ghost praying for its bones and flesh.
I will collect my insides begging to love them. I will watch fireflies and wonder what they mean.I will curse the day that you had to leave this blip of mine.
I will dance until I cry, then I will cry until I laugh. I will throw myself into the depths of an ice bath just to miss the heat.I will find joy in the little things because it’s what you would have wanted. And I will stop smoking cigarettes out of spite. I will celebrate the person that you were and the people that you healed and forgive you for letting yourself be so out of reach.
Since you disappeared, I’ve seen you everywhere! At the sight of tea, the sound of a sad guitar, in the eyes of those who loved you.
Those who knew the gift of knowing you and wanted you so badly to stay.When a human dies, the soul searches the universe for a body to be held; what I would do to feel your warm tears wet my goose-bumped shoulder and squeeze your hand saying that we’re not that different from each other instead of this.
When a human dies, their friends and blood carry their body across the fields of a lonesome cemetery and place flowers to keep them company.
And for some people the world keeps spinning. But for some of us, the world is just as still. -
Barbara Lorello shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months, 1 weeks agoDear Queen Elizabeth
Love, BarbDear Queen Elizabeth:
I miss you dearly. The day you died it was as if my grandmother died all over again.
I’ve always had a morbid obsession with the royal family. I’ve read all the books about your family from Diana, by Andrew Morton, to A Royal Duty, by Paul Burrell, to Spare by your grandson, Prince Harry and many more. All of them were fascinating, although not always true.
Throughout my life I have grown up with you. I was born in 1962 so by the time we met you were already Queen of England. As I grew, so did you. I was a shy little girl with many insecurities. To me, you were a vision of beauty, grace and commitment. I would learn later that you probably had the same insecurities as I did.
My grandmother was the matriarch of our family, although we were far from royalty. She had the same stature; petite, always wore a dress, never pants. Wore modest heels and always carried a handbag. As a small child I remember her always having hard candy in her bag, a way to keep me quiet during Sunday church services. She even had the same hairstyle. All during my childhood she and I were close. She was my everything and my example of what it was to be a strong beautiful woman, head of the family, and full of love, just like you.
I guess what happened when Nani got Alzheimer’s is when there was a switch. The last time I saw my grandmother was in 1988. I’d lived in Florida, had a baby, and came home to visit. When I visited her, she didn’t remember me. See, I’d been away for a while. Alzheimer’s disease does that to a person. I left that day carrying my six-month-old baby boy, tears streaming down my face, vowing to never see her again. I wanted to remember as she’d been all my life. I couldn’t watch her wither away. For the next eight years my grandmother hung on to her life.
They say that God works in mysterious ways. What I am about to tell you, Elizabeth, is proof of that. During the years after I saw her last, I would pray for Nani every day. My Aunt, her caretaker, and my father would keep my abreast of her condition, which was slowly deteriorating. In the Autumn of 1996, she was declining quickly and by mid-November that year, we knew the end was near.
I continued to pray that God would take her home so she could be with the love of her life, my Papa Sam. I knew He was listening, but she was hanging on. Then, on December 19, 1996, I got a call from my father telling me that my grandmother had passed away. I took a deep sigh and cried. They were tears of relief that her battle was finally over. You see God gave me the greatest gift that day, he took my beloved Nani home, on my birthday. It was one of the greatest gifts he ever gave me.
I watched you grow old, lose family members, and your beloved Philip. You took each setback with dignity and grace. Unlike my grandmother, you had all your facilities till the end of your life. You didn’t have to suffer, you went quickly. I believe God knew your work here was done, and it was time for you to go home.
Thank you, Elizabeth, for doing God’s work, staying true to your faith and loyal to your family. I’ll continue to miss you.
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Dana N. shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months, 3 weeks agoA Ballad of Brothers, A Sister's Lament
DanaWhen I woke up this morning
I didn’t know
What I would come home to.
Where did you go?
There wasn’t a warning
Now we’re all in mourning
Wond’ring if our time was well spent.Oh brother dearly departed of mine
Why did you leave
Without saying good night?
I was sleeping soundly
When I woke up to a scream
That I swear was you saying goodbye.As the time passes
We all start to heal.
Except for one brother
Who just couldn’t deal.
Several years later
All that reckless behavior
Just got him a grave next to yours.Oh brothers dearly departed of mine
Why did you leave
Without saying good night?
I was sleeping soundly
When I woke up to a scream
That I swear was you saying goodbye.Now there’s only one brother
Left standing with me.
I thought things were fine
Until he tried to leave.
In sharing this truth,
Though closer in youth,
I thought that our time was well spentOh brother nearly departed of mine,
Why would you leave
Without saying goodbye?
I thought that only you
Could understand what I’ve been through,
So at least it would be you
To say goodbye.Author’s Note:
I debated whether or not I wanted to share this with the world. It’s been a part of me for 20 years. It’s one of the most vulnerable parts of me and putting that on the internet for the world to see is intimidating, even as someone who sees vulnerability as strength rather than weakness.I wrote that second verse when I was 15 trying to make a song out of it, but more words never came no matter how hard I tried. As the inspiration came though me to write the rest this month, I realize now that I had more life to live before it could truly come to life. It needed to be on the back burner all this time to find the full depth of this feeling I will always carry with me.
I don’t know if I’ll ever try to turn this into a song like the original intent. Just writing that last verse, saying it all out loud, and writing this post have brought me to tears more than once. But it felt right to at least bring it to life as is because Jeremiah would be turning 40 tomorrow and that’s the kind of celebration you do big gestures for, right?
25 years without him, 9 years without Adam, 3 years since other things. This kind of healing doesn’t happen without scars. I am the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been in my life. These feelings still creep in now and again. It doesn’t make me any less happy and healthy, it’s just a small price tag to pay for the love I still carry.
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I’m so sorry for your losses.
This was beautiful written.
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Dana, this is a beautiful tribute not only to your brothers, but also to your strength in being able to remember and honor them. Siblings share a special bond, even if they aren’t that close as adults. Your vulnerability here certainly shows how strong you are. Thank you for sharing your experience and your beautiful writing.
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Thank you so much. I definitely wanted to honor that sibling bond. There is not a word for an orphan of siblings so I wanted to explore that feeling and provide a space for anyone else who has shared that feeling. Even though my last brother is still around, coming so close to losing him really highlighted the fear of mine to lose him too young…read more
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sacred-chapeter shared a letter in the
Parenting group 7 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Tia Earley shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 8 months agoI carried an angel
Tia EarleyDo angels exist? Of course, ask me how I know because I carried one. I have two kids but you can only see one growing in the physical. My daughter knows her sister she speaks with her often she tells me about how she had to back to heaven. She was only two years old two years ago when I lost her sibling but she was there with me every step of the way. No one talks about how deep child loss hurts and it’s only something you could understand through experience and that’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It was a darker time in my life around that period but I’ve found a way to improve my mental, and physical strength, and emotional well-being. I know many women who suffer silently. This is why I have created a safe space for bereaved parents my nonprofit organization is called « It Happens » consciously named after the best phrase I could think of to comfort myself through the pain. Sending healing and safe thoughts to anyone grieving and borderline losing it you never forget the person you miss only learn to place the grief somewhere safe in your heart.
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sheila shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 8 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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leebothegood shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 8 months, 1 weeks agoMy superhero
Leroy. Bragg.My grandfather Dr.Leroy Pike taught me Many things and one was too NEVER GIVE UP, If I ever needed help with a project, he didn’t care he was there, and I ALWAYS WON, with his help,I was in highschool and my grandfather saw my classes I was taking for the following year and he KNEW I was better than that, so he went and challenged me and I was in highschool only 3 years, My senior semester, we got word he had Cancer, WOW, I remember hearing him cry and I knew Real Superheroes cried, he got to see me graduate Highschool and was at my wedding, but sadly 3 years later on that very day, he would pass away, ITS BEEN 16 years and there’s NOT A DAY goes by I don’t think of him.God knew I only needed 1 Grandfather and HE WAS and still is My Superhero
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Wanda Mulvaney shared a letter in the
Parenting group 8 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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ala shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 8 months, 3 weeks agosorrow in not my name.
ala,My shadow looked at me and said:
“Live.
I am gone and there is nothing you can do about that.No matter how many tears you shed
lingering on pages bleeding in forbidden ink,
you cannot bring me back.My time here is done and I have ascended
into the graceful arms of the great goddess abovebut you…
you are still human,
so act like it.allow yourself to feel the full spectrum of human emotions
without letting shame and guilt beat the humanity out of you.you are allowed to be broken
you are allowed to be sad
you are allowed to be happy
you are allowed to feel it all.you are allowed to be confused
and wonder why the same
patterns keep showing up in
a different hue
(until you’re ready to do something about it.)You are human.
Abandon your fear of fear
and accept that abandonment
fucking sucks.
But please understand,
that I am so sorry for abandoning you.
it was the last thing I ever wanted
but you know that we are not the ones in controlAccept that more lies in between
the lines than your eyes can see
and that’s okay.Chase after your dreams of being
a wanderlust,
and getting drunk on a flight
every time your soul attends its own funeral.
Because unlike me,
you are still human.
and you still have so much life to live.I’ll always be with you.
I’ll always love you.
I’ll always be present in your poetry
cheering you on along the way.
patiently waiting for you
to wake up to everything I’ve
dreamed and set in place
for you to achieve for b o t h of us.Our string may be invisible,
But it is still intact & attached to the cloud I float upon.
the one you only see in your dreams
where the moon is playing tricks
with the shadows.Death is nothing but the entity needed to bring us closer.
so place, do not carry sorrow with my name.Instead let genuine kindness
blossom in my likeness.
Show them that the whims
of performative niceness
are shallow because
kindness has no malice
or hidden intent
it exists because it is.And I existed until I didn’t.
But guess what,
you still do!!!
So please
continue on
because
I love you.
and you deserve to be truly,
genuinely,
unapologetically
happy, too 🙂Jae,
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Ala, your feelings will always be valid! You are the main character in your story, so I am glad you started acting like it! You are you and don’t ever apologize for that. I am so proud of who you have become! Great work ♥
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Thank you, Harper! We only have one life to live and we are truly the main character of our own story. Life is filled with so much more magic when we start living this way <3
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I love the perspective you chose to take in writing this. Living to honor those I’ve lost has been a large part of how I manage my grief as well. If feels like this is your reminder to yourself to do all of those things when it gets hard, and I know how hard it can get. Thank you for sharing your vulnerability.
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& thank you for sharing as well. I think early along in grief, it can get very easy to be completely consumed – making it your entire personality or way of being. I think much of the time that I feel Jae’s (my friend) presence, she’s trying to remind that while it’s okay to honor and grieve her, it’s equally important for me to still make the most…read more
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Don'shea Graves shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 8 months, 3 weeks agoOde:Sunflower
Don'Shea GravesI started as a Seed just as those did in the Field before me;
During my time in the Womb of THE GREAT MOTHER-our MOTHER,MOTHER EARTH-I’ve witnessed The Beauty of Spring;The Field in Bloom with many shades of gold;
Soon I would be a part of The Ballet the Sunflowers did as they danced in The Breeze of The Spring;And then I came along;
My Roots were well Grounded and yet I struggled to grow;
I thought it would be easy being a Sunflower, but Oh, did it require so much;
But I wanted to Dance, and so I Bloomed;
And I Bloomed;
And I Bloomed some more;
And I Bloomed some more until I finally reached The Sun, it’s Rays shimmering across my Petals;Wrapped in its embrace, I smiled;
The Sun smiled back at me and said,”We’ve Danced many Dances, and we shall continue to Dance many more. Now, my love, its time that you return to The Fields for the remaining Seasons”;I returned and continued to Dance during the Summer, my Petals still full of The Essence of Spring;
I began to lose some of my Petals and their golden hue during The Fall, but still I continued to Dance with The Essence of Spring in my heart;
Winter came and I saw less of The Sun;
It felt too cold to Dance, and yet I mustered the strength within me to bring Winter the Essence Of Spring;With my brownish, withered body, I Danced until my Petals were no more;
I collapsed to the ground;
Mother caught me and said,”You’ve Danced beautifully My Child. Now, you must rest until The Next Spring”;As I began to close my eyes, a Ray from The sun shone upon my Petals;
I looked to The Sky to see The Sun smiling at Me;
My last breath drawing near, I smiled back at The Sun and said,”I look forward to us Dancing again”-
wow this was beautiful! as I was scrolling stories, I passed by your 1st line and had to double back. I was welcomed with warmth and satisfaction and connection to your story. it felt like my own. I connected so much with the dancing as I love to dance. and reflecting back on the seasons of my own life dancing is what would bring me to life. for…read more
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Thank you Annie ☺ 🌻 🌈. I’m thankful that my piece was able to bring about good memories for you. Much love and peace 💛 ✌🏽
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Thank you very much. I really appreciate the positive feedback and I thankful for creating a piece that you were able to resonate with ☺ 🌈✌🏽
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Awww, Don’shea, this is so cute. We all have to start somewhere, and I think that from seed to sunflower, your heart has always been in the right place and despite some hardships, you became a beautiful person inside and out. Great work ♥
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Thank you Harper for your kind and encouraging words 💛 😊 🌈✌🏽
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Parenting group 9 months, 1 weeks agoJoey's Poem
Kelly M.BIf you had any shred of decency left in you
You’d stay away from my boo
To that little boy
I’m the only one that’s true
If I could flip it all back
Spin it all around and let you see
Literally the little me…..
Nurturing, loving, carrying him through
When not everyone else was always onboard too
I’m the only thing and woman he’s ever really knownNow he’s sitting here looking at me full grown
What you tried to protect your whole life, sits there looking at you like you’ve just ripped out a knife
What I tried to avoid his whole little life
Will he ever understand that all mommy every wanted was to make a good man?
Can’t he please just understand?
This precious seed turns around and now questions me, how dare he?
I can’t explain it all, I don’t know how I could
If I could lay it all out right here, right now trust me I would
Let it all go for good
Let you see all my choices weren’t always the smartest
But always out of love and always for goodI guess protection is a strange thing
You want to take them under your wing
You don’t realize how much you cling
Well, here we are young man, here I stand
This is all of me, still standing, still fighting
Always will
At least I will try
I hope one day you understandLove Always,
Your “Teen” Mom-
Kelly, great work. That must have been so hard for you. I can’t even imagine. You are so incredibly brave for being able to face that head-on and do such an amazing job! You did everything you could to make sure your child had a great life. You inspire me!! ♥
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This was probably one of the most painful things I’ve ever, personally. It brings me joy to hear that I inspired you. Thank you for taking the time to read & comment 🩷
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Patrick Stapleton shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 9 months, 1 weeks agoRemembering Dani
Patrick Stapleton#loveyoudani
How do you comprehend the incomprehensible?
You were supposed to grow old with us… you weren’t supposed to go at 41. Your light shined too bright to fade out that quickly.
You accomplished so much in your four decades, but damn it, you had so much more to give…
The measure of someone’s life is not in the number of their heartbeats, but how many hearts they touched, and Dani, you touched them all!
Did you leave the world a better place?
Dani, you most certainly did!
You truly conquered life and every challenge it threw your way… you were as I had told you, a badass, a warrior, a fighter!
To paraphrase a famous poem, you did not go gentle into that good night. You raged against the dying of the light!
You were the person who other people admired and aspired to be like…
Your smile truly lit up the room and your laugh was contagious … people gravitated to you for that and your kind soul, which, even though you were a ginger, you definitely had, and it was beautiful! I will make sure your amazing soul lives on in everything I do.
You truly lived the Mrs. Crowther credo…
Be courageous
Care for others
A hero lives in youWith every heartbeat I’ve got left, I will make you proud, so that when we meet again and embrace, you will know that you were never forgotten.
Thank you for being you!
I love you Dani
I will always miss you
I will see you again-
You sister Danielle sounds like she was an incredible human. And while she inspired many while she was here, she will continue to inspire those she left behind as well as many strangers who learn her story through you and others. Thank you for sharing and joining us last night. <3 Lauren
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Patrick, Dani was a beautiful lady. Your story gives tribute to Dani in a perfection of writing from your heart.
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Patrick, I am so sorry for your loss. Dani knows how much you love her and how much you miss her. She would have never wanted to hurt you like this. I am so happy though, that she left behind such a powerful legacy and inspired so many people to her. She was amazing. You are so lucky to have found a person like her. Again, I’m sorry for your loss…read more
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 9 months, 2 weeks agoA Prayer For Bradley
Matthew L JablonskyDo you think that it’s possible
for someone to be so good,
that God calls them home
before you think He should?We say it all the time,
“God must have needed him.”
but a lot of those times,
they didn’t even believe in Him.There’s no other reason
that you would call him home,
and his beautiful fiancé
would be left all alone.Now our whole family
is questioning your plan.
Why, God, why
would you take this young man?You’ve broken the heart
of a father and a mother.
And let’s not even mention
what you did to his little brother.The ripples flow further,
they hit my wife too.
Her mother is his aunt
now SHE is mad at you.Granny holds it together,
sewing like a thread.
Even though she’s strong,
she wishes she were dead.This is so unfair,
and all a bit unusual.
But what do you expect,
when a wedding becomes a funeral?RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.
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James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months agowe're not meant to fight this battle alone
James Kelloggwe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
By: Jim Kellogg
(The Queer Poet)
8-16-34
for my niece, Malorie, and her legacy, “Malorie’s Place”we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
a tired warrior’s cry
screaming in silence
crashing her soul into the world
battles fought valiantlywe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
scared
confused
wanting just one more hit
wanting just one more highwe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
the world crashing in
like the tide against the shore
eroding the vulnerable sand –
her escape, her sanctuarywe’re not meant to fight this battle alone
she wanted to be saved
by a regiment of purple winged angels
in the end
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