Miss
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- Joined
- Apr 11, 2010
- Messages
- 1,782
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 04/2010
- Country
- US
- State
- In the Land of Cotton
- City
- Way Down South
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
from In Memoriam A.H.H. 5
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel:
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given outline and no more.
It is hard to believe that Terry died 6 months ago today. It is very difficult to put into words how I feel. It doesn't seem possible that he is no longer here. I still expect for him to walk in the door. I think I miss him more now than I did when he first died. Life has just marched on for everyone. Time has seemed to stand still for me. I'm still searching for my "new normal".
from In Memoriam A.H.H. 5
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel:
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given outline and no more.
It is hard to believe that Terry died 6 months ago today. It is very difficult to put into words how I feel. It doesn't seem possible that he is no longer here. I still expect for him to walk in the door. I think I miss him more now than I did when he first died. Life has just marched on for everyone. Time has seemed to stand still for me. I'm still searching for my "new normal".