Waga tomo yasurakani, he said. Farewell, my friend.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
One's suffering, one's melancholy is, in itself, really only looked upon as failure or as punishment, as detestable or sinful or socially unacceptable in the eyes of man; but this is not so in the eye...
The loss of a child exploits the emotions of each individual it encounters.
Loss eventually arrives when something departs. Grief is working through both.
Loss is only temporary when you believe in God!