Grief Poem

This poem was written by Dr. Salim K. Haddad, a neurosurgeon residing in Wales.

 GRIEF

There is grief in the morning

At the cooing of the dove,

There is grief in the evening

That snatches away some love.

Some sing of the sweet sorrow,

But sorrow should not be sweet;

Bright days may come tomorrow,

Will they rock us off our feet?

Sad days are part of this life,

At times they seem not to fade,

Death's dark face became unfurled

When sin became man's dear maid.

We feel pain, but must go on,

Our life cannot remain still,

We weep and cry, joy is gone,

But water is in the mill.

Some enjoy being too sad,

But can this be truly right?

Life itself should make us glad,

Is full of many things bright.

In Heaven

This poem was written by Dr. Salim K. Haddad, a neurosurgeon residing in Wales

IN HEAVEN

 

I loved you unceasingly

And I still do,

Wish to see you fleetingly

And then hug you.

 

The say, pray not for the dead,

But I do pray

God to keep you where you tread

In Heaven's day.

 

There you have love, joy, and peace

For evermore

Since you acquired your release

Through the dark door.

 

I ask you to forgive me

Any wrong done

By me, and this is my plea:

Forgive each one.

 

You are now blessed and joyful

In God's presence,

I, on this earth, am hurtful,

Weep in silence.

The Passage of Time

 

Despite time past, the sorrow does not subside. It is always with me on a daily basis. The pain comes and goes but the intensity of the pain is the same. The pain is beyond description. Daily I think of David and realize how massive the loss is. I long for him and my heart yearns for one glimpse of his lovely face.The eyes continue to leak and the face has a constant saddened look. Many have commented about my sad visage as it is a reflection of how my heart feels.  I know that the soul lives forever and that one day I will be reunited with my son. I grieve as I do not live in the future but the present. In this world David no longer exists except in the hearts and memories of those who love him. It is so disappointing, so frustrating and so very sad.

Grieving Mother's E-mail

This e-mail was sent to me by a woman who lost her son.

You have no idea Leila how much I relate to these words of yours: 

Intellectually I know that I lost my son, but my being and soul do not accept this fact. To make things even worse, my whole self-worth evaporated. I feel like nothing. How can I be someone without my son? He was my life.

It is like you feel every heart beat of my aching heart, speak my language and express what I can and can't express. Thanks for making me feel like I am a normal broken human being. In general , I don't care what people think of me and how I grieve. It is my loss and not theirs. My son was and still my life. He is the one who completed me and the one who made my whole life made sense. How can I ever accept what happened? 

They say "life goes on". Yes, life on the surface is going on. Yes, I am living but not alive. There is NO life without my son.

Comment About An Article on Grief

This comment was sent by a woman who also lost her son and who read one of my articles that was published in Broken Hearts Living Hope. This article is in the book "Topics in Grief".


I just read the December issue and had to write a huge thank you to Leila Koepp for really expressing how I think a lot of us really feel.  I feel like copying "How are you feeling today?" and handing it out to everyone I know. I think the gut wrenching truth of it was beautiful because of its pure honesty.  Some thing I would like to add and that I have been getting a lot of lately is people saying "(name of her son) would want you to be happy" (because we all need a little more guilt) is that my (name of son), the (name of son) I raised, and loved more than anything would lovingly and compassionately understand!

Just Thinking

When I lost my son David I realized that:

The magic of life is lost. 
The main theme of life is love. 
I can work hard despite the anger.
Even when I laugh, I am sad. 
David is precious to me, but not to those who do not know him. He means nothing to them.
The joy of my heart is gone.
I am aware of things now that previous to his death I was not aware of.
The zest and the spark of life is gone as well.
My stubborn will does not want to yield.

Note Regarding Topics in Grief

This note was addressed to me by someone who read my book.

Thank you for sharing your pain with such honesty and transparency. Thank you for sharing your faith so openly and honestly and not pretending that faith means we don't have pain and disappointment.

After reading your book, I feel I know David just a little bit. Thank you for sharing David with me. I know he loved dogs,nature, gardening and he love YOU. He was a "hands on" son and you are a "hands on" mom. You two were very close....a  very rare and beautiful thing.

So thank you for giving me just a glimpse of who he is and allowing me to see and feel a little bit of your heart.