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Stone dove decorating a gravestone in the Old cemetery (Gamla kyrkogården), Uppsala.
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Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
-- William Wordsworth
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Dedicated to my best friend Karina. RIP Oct 14/2021
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“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'is right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones are sealed inside to comfort us.” ― Brian Jacques, Taggerung
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For all that have been touched by this health crisis, for all that have survived it, for the ones that are battling it, for the ones that are in the front line facing this reality, trying to save lives.
For all the families that had and have to grieve and endure loss.
For all of you out there, my most heartfelt prayers .
I miss the long talks where we said nothing at all.
The way you made me laugh until my sides hurt.
The way your words were encouraging and understanding.
The tears we shared.
Building new worlds with you.
The look you gave when I'd do something stupid.
I regret the last time, every time.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
A sculpture of the grieving mother, at the Cairn of Peace Memorial in the Czech Republic. A beautiful and very touching memorial built to honor the dead who fought in the Battle of Austerlitz in 1805. mohylamiru.muzeumbrnenska.cz/en/index.aspx There is another sculpture of the grieving bride, equally as lovely, on the other side of the entry to the very interesting museum. Hopefully, in this coming new year, we can find a way to find more kindness and peace in the world...and fewer mothers, fathers, and children who are weeping for those lost on battlefields.
Having killed anger you sleep in ease.
Having killed anger you do not grieve.
The noble ones praise the slaying of anger
-- with its honeyed crest & poison root --
for having killed it you do not grieve.
Saṃyutta Nikāya 1.71
tipitaka.org/romn/cscd/s0301m.mul0.xml#para71
Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu
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Model: Krystal Smith in historic American Civil War Widow's attire
Des attaques terroristes ont eu lieu simultanément dans 6 endroits à Paris et à Saint-Denis faisant au moins 128 morts et une centaine de blessés. L'état d'urgence est en vigueur dans toute la France.
Terrorist attacks took place simultaneously in six locations in Paris and Saint-Denis leaving at least 128 dead and hundreds injured. The state of emergency is in effect throughout France.
Took a walk through the necropolis of Modica (Sicily, Italy). It's so beautiful it makes you cry. That particular angel caught my eye. It's such a touching statue.
To my beautiful Tango, my faithful and most loyal companion. For 11 years you have been there, through thick and thin, good and bad times, you still loved me unconditionally after all of that. I'm going to miss you my sweet boy.
<3 U always and we will see each other again one day
Letters written but can never be sent.
Time blurs when you grieve.
It’s almost as if you are hanging on by the thinnest of ropes, dangling over the deep dark depths of despair.
For you, my first born daughter, how I miss you.
I wore orange today, because it was your favourite colour.
The jeans I chose made me smile a little because I would remember all the times you said “mum please dont wear those torn jeans, you’re too old”
I styled my hair the way it always was when life was so very different.
It was a life that I failed to realise was perfect until it ended.
As I dangle here by one fragile grasp, I think of you, I think of how different all our lives would be now.
All I can do at these times is to feel blessed that you left behind a part of yourself to continue on.
When this thread becomes very weak and feels as though it is breaking I hold onto the love from the family that I have left.
Memories are fragile. Memories are precious.
Memories ..................
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Susan Lapis
Il a été prouvé que de nombreux animaux expriment une forme de deuil. Jane Goodall, en Tanzanie, a observé un jeune chimpanzé qui est mort de chagrin après la mort de sa mère quelques semaines plus tôt. Une étude a suivi un béluga qui a porté son petit décédé pendant presque une semaine entière, tandis qu'une autre a observé des lémuriens émettant des cris « perdus » en présence d'un membre de la famille tué.
Parmi tous ces animaux, les éléphants ressemblent peut-être le plus aux modèles de deuil des humains.
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Many animals have been proven to express some form of grief. From Tanzania, Jane Goodall once recorded a young chimpanzee that died of grief following the death of his mother only weeks earlier. One study followed a beluga whale that carried her deceased calf for almost a full week, while another found lemurs giving “lost” calls in the presence of a killed family member.
Out of all these, however, perhaps elephants resemble a human’s mourning patterns most closely.
credit : Photo : Ikiwaner (via Wikimedia Commons , Licence de documentation libre GNU )
“Make believe
That you don't see the tears.
Just let me grieve …”
—Burt Bacharach & Hal David, Walk On By
Downtown Seattle, but it could be any city. More to come in the Homeless series, unfortunately.
Happy Mono Monday, anyway!
4 Oct 2021; 09:45 CDT; Acros SOOC
There are a lot of hurting people at the moment. My thoughts are with you.
I lost a friend last week, not to the virus. I am still sad I knew her for over 40 years.
Stafford UK 8th April 2020
Natural beauty surrounds us, and maybe it can help heal us. More important than ever. Mental health experts are saying Covid 19 has created a sense of loss for people as they grieve for their "old" lives. Now imagine losing someone too. Stay safe, and try to be kind to others.
Taken in Mountain View Cemetery Oakland, California with a old Samsung GL70 with a broken lens and the camera scratches the film. Shot a roll of Tri-X and developed in XTOL 1+1 for 8:45 min at 20c. Wouldn’t focus on the hands and the camera is just junk, but liked how it turned out.
I've been grieving a lot on these past months, and been keeping to myself because each has a way of dealing with it. But maybe I wanted to avoid the overall feeling of pity that puts everyone in an awkward situation like if we're not aware of the conditional mortality we've been all imposed to.
Still processing that, don't come at me.
Today, as I was continuing to shoot the Colonia apartments, I read on the news that Rita Lee passed away. And let me tell you, she left a lot behind to be celebrated.
Death, even if it is the only thing we can be sure of, shouldn't be banalized. It should, instead, be naturalized so we can actually process the feelings and the memories we have of those who aren't physically amongst us anymore. There is a difference there.
I can only be grateful for have lived in the same time that she did, even though she has been kicking ass way before I was born. And I hope you'll encounter my dear ones wherever you are now. They're good people, kind of badass like you too.
Thank you for everything, Rita. You definitely rocked our worlds ♥
“When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=67xr_KKPTHE
WINTER SONG – SARA BAREILLES/INGRID MICHAELSON
For Mr Cogsley, mountain climber both physical and metaphysical.
“Could this universe have provided us with a kinder heart or gentler soul … “ - AP
Our worlds collide and coincide
a soul mate is close; a friend is found
does not matter if he's not human
in this case he's a cat
and as anyone who was ever owned by a cat knows
they are more human than we are somehow
this Winter song is just for you
remembering all of that
the times you played
the times you stayed
the letting go of you
I know you are at peace now, friend
you ventured into the blue
and beyond the snowy mountains
where your friend still loves to go
I know you will be watching over him
protecting him on the snow
or in the woods where you once walked
taking time; listening to every word he talked
distracted by a bird or two
in your nature to have stalked
but gently you let go of them
as your friend let's go of you
a new year in his life begun
and he'll be missing you
but you will always be there
walking by his side
no matter where he is in this world
no matter where he resides
for a soul mate never leaves you
they are bound within your soul
and your heart will carry on beating
within the heart of the man you once knew
our lives are many; our loves are too
but always he will come back to you
a special place looking out the window
while the Winter's snow falls deep and cold
and birds will miss your watchful gaze
and remember you of old
so to my friend who was your friend
your family as well
I send my warmest heart felt wishes
for in my mind you dwell
and memories are sweet and plenty
for him you were his friend
and as you step through yet another doorway
I know your life will never end
for in the minds of those who love us
we remain alive through them
as they recall the lovely memories
of all you were and are until we meet again.
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A tremulous tantalisation of our senses
thoughts crafted from the cornice of Wintry sky
absent moments have returned to our defences
under glint and glimmer of illuminant hope nearby
calling one, answering all, ignoring none
light being the compensation of so much loss
we may grieve of complaisance undone
by lifestyles challenging the pure beauty we come across
finding out the essence of spirit within
after the social substance without has clouded the view
we must breath deeper to survive political sin
our soul glows above what life seeks to subdue
wondrous hybrid world what do you offer?
we seek to understand so much of you
before ever accomplishing a self-understood signifer
following the simulacre path will accede to...?
a moonkissed mood and theurgic trance
turns everything around, growing apace, freeing space,
pain that never knew a cure tumbles under indolent advance
nature welcomes you to one truly unforgettable embrace.
by anglia24
18h25: 22/12/2007
© 2007anglia24
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