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“We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. No. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over every time we try to hide from the terrifying tremble of our own war torn hearts....But it is your history that delivered you this roadmap of scars. Those healed wounds and their jagged edges are proof of your infinite ability to survive, to knit broken back to wholeness, to refuse that the end is every really the end... Make friends with your teardown. Do not run from your bar brawl for forgiveness. Sit with the times you’ve fucked up and the times you lost all and the days your redemption was delivered by the hand of the last person you ever expected to give anything but darkness. And through it all know that your walled up and torn down, graffiti-covered heart is still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“A ligação estreita entre a morte e a tristeza é uma opinião ingênua. As lágrimas dos vivos, em resposta à sua chegada, têm um sentido nada oposto à alegria. Longe de serem dolorosas, as lágrimas são a expressão de uma consciência aguda da vida em comum captada na sua intimidade. É certo que é no momento em que a ausência segue repentinamente a presença que essa consciência é mais aguda, como na morte ou na simples separação, e nesse caso, o consolo (no sentido profundo que os místicos davam aos «consolos») está amargamente ligado ao facto de não poder durar, mas é precisamente o desaparecimento da duração, e com ela os comportamentos neutros que a acompanham, que destapa um fundo das coisas cujo ofuscamento cega (por outras palavras, é evidente que a necessidade da duração nos rouba a vida, e que só, em principio, a impossibilidade da duração nos liberta). Noutros casos as lágrimas respondem ao triunfo inesperado, à sorte que nos faz exultar, mas sempre de modo insensato, muito além da preocupação com o tempo futuro.”

“She wasn’t broken. She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks. She was always trying to keep herself glued together. But it was hard, she felt too much. No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through, sometimes in drips, other times in floods, She felt everything, the heaviness of the clouds right before rain, the rush of the subway cars as they left the station, the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away, wondering if it was the last time she would see them, the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours. She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky, shedding light on the day, without companion. And she longed to give as much as the sun. If she could brighten someone’s day, bestow warmth were there was cold, make someone smile, give someone hope, then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day, the cracks would fill with love and the pain would become only a voice, reminding her that her pain was important. She knew how fragile life was, how hard, and how precious. She wanted to feel it all.”

“You’ve got to trust yourself. Be gentle with yourself. And listen to yourself. You’re the only person who can get you through this now. You’re the only one who can survive your story, the only one who can write your future. All you’ve got to do, when you’re ready, is stand up, {and begin again.}”

“I have lived in the shadow of loss—the kind of loss that can paralyze you forever. I have grieved like a professional mourner—in every waking moment, draining every ounce of my life force. I died—without leaving my body. But I came back, and now it’s your turn. I have learned to remember my past—without living in it. I am strong, electric, and alive, because I chose to dance, to laugh, to love, and to live again. I have learned that you can’t re-create the life you once had—you have to reinvent a life for yourself. And that reinvention is a gift, not a curse. I believe your future self is a work of art and that science can help you create it. If you’re lost . . . if you’re gone . . . if you can barely absorb the words on this page . . . I want you to hold this truth in your heart: when it’s your time to go, you won’t wish you had spent more time grieving; you’ll wish you had spent more time living. That’s why I’m here. And why you are, too. Let’s live like our lives depend on it.”

“Just so you know, love is possible for us too. We've witnessed the pain life left at our doors. It entered unwelcome, decided never to leave. Hope held us together , even when everything fell apart. You knew it was out there waiting to be found. I just want you to know, that love is possible for us too. You will find love in time.”

“If we can’t feel into the heart of grief, we can’t truly move on to experience hope and joy. We can’t be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that holds us to the past. Grief has to flow. It has to be carried, not just by you, but by the others with you, by your community, until it transforms to the next rightful calling of your heart to action.”

“Perhaps ... To R.A.L. Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel one more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of you. Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet, Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away. Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there. But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.”

“You Still Live (Overcoming Grief Sonnet) After your month long battle for breath, Today I place you in nature's lap. I know she'll care for you well, like she once brought you to the world. Fact of the matter is, you still live, just in different form among the elements. Nature's forces make us awake and restless, Nature's forces coerce us into eternal rest. There is no heaven, there is no hell, these are concepts made by cowards. Life is too sacred to be confined by obsolete lies and superstitions. Your light of affection shall continue to shine bright in my memories. You who was, nay, is like my second mother, I won't say goodbye, for you still live.”

“Bereavement Sermon (The Sonnet) You don't find a way out of grief, You embrace it and it becomes your strength. You don't find a way out of suffering, You surf it and it endows you with courage. Avoiding sorrow you won't find happiness, Road to happiness goes through sorrow. No matter how dark life seems tonight, without heartwrecking darkness, we'll never discover resilience, and grow. Amidst the grief none of this makes sense, I've felt it first hand this past month. So I say, it's okay to be shattered to pieces, but you must gather the pieces and soldier on, for the sake of your living loved ones. It's okay to not be okay, it means your mind is trying to heal itself. Persevering pain for those who live, the sun will rise once again.”

“He said my name aloud, but he was asleep. I crawled into his hospital bed with him again as best I could with all the extra paraphernalia in the way, and then the flood started. I began to cry a little bit, and then more poured out. I could not stop it. How could I know a gushing river would burst through the dam of appropriateness and strength I try to project and mix with the I-Love-Yous coming from my mouht and the giant tears I did not know were waiting behind my eyes? How do anyone's eyes stay in their head with such pressure swimming and bleeding onto a pillow? I Love you, Daddy. I am going to miss you, I thought to myself. "Good-bye," I choked out the words. "Good-bye, honey," said my sleeping, dreaming Daddy.”

“Sinto o calor de uma tarde de verão E um vento calmo mas persistente Talvez leve com ele a minha solidão Que em mim toca insistentemente Estou triste, muito triste até Mas não quero largar este sentimento As distrações prazerosas não ajudam A perceber o meu tormento Não foi só porque partiste que estou assim Também perdi o meu propósito O que é que quero para mim? Qual é o meu caminho? Ainda estou a descobri-lo aos poucos, devagarinho.”

“In other words, walking through the dark forest, you might eventually look up through the trees, see that the sky above is the same as the sky over the sunny pasture, that it is one canopy of light spread over your whole life’s landscape. Grief and joy are in the same life, but it’s only in the forest where you notice the shafts of sunlight spilling through.”

“After your month long battle for breath, Today I place you in nature's lap. I know she'll care for you well, like she once brought you to the world. Fact of the matter is, you still live, just in different form among the elements. Nature's forces make us awake and restless, Nature's forces coerce us into eternal rest.”