very scarry, I don't care for vampire stories, this started out sounding like the devil, in a way I guess it was huh? end of the world type things can and will happen, big companys takeing us in like so much small children, getting us to trust them then using us or killing us, very, very scarry, in the end though, God will win.
this is a very sad thing you went through, Im so sorry you had to endure such a horrific expierence. I just met a lady last week whos husband died of the Guillain barre syndrome. He was very young, early 50's.This lady told me a little, she said I wouldn't understand because its so rare. Your story is written well and it draws in your reader and you are very good at explaning your feelings. I felt them with you.
I can relate. I lost my father a couple of weeks ago, and I have no one to share with the pain I feel. the funeral is over. everyone is in another state and I came home to mourn alone. My tears are alone. I dream I am still down there in his house. I still dream of him being alive all the time, then I wake up and Im home and I remember he has died. I wonder when this will pass, o well, Im not reviewing your poem am I, sorry.
the poem says the feelings of a death and how you feel, life around you is going on like nothing has happen, pretty common, you walk in slow motion while the world goes on....
thats a very sad thing you wrote, Im sorry you are sad over your loss and Im so sorry for your loss.
I just loss my dad so yea, I know what you mean, but we will see them again one day. Just remember death is not the end.
hummm, don't know about this inbetween place, I haven't heard this, the moment we die we are with Jesus, but I have heard so many different stories about the after life and I devore them all. My father just passed and at the time of his passing, he saw both his parents, and his mother died when he was only 5 years old, so how did he know her? well I don't know that but Im sure she knew him. It gives me great comfort to know that at my death I know my dad will be there for me too. thanks for sharing.
very sad story, I cryed as I read it, very near to my own life right now, though not a baby that has died as I lost my father less than a month ago and had to go to the funeral home and arrange his funeral also. I feel this ladys pain, inmeasurably more probably as this was a tiny baby, but death is death. thanks for sharing, feelings and pain
sad story and at times we have all felt this way. if this person would just hang in there and realize that tears may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. we all go through darkness during our life time, but the darkness will end and a new day is coming
very good story, kept me intertained till the end.
2 thumbs up for your willingness to attend to a stranger, I would have but not sure I'd give mouth to mouth to anyone. Leave that to the EMTs.
you sure do have an interesting life, guys on buses, guys dying under bridges, all kinds of things happen where you live.
I liked this story very much. I think we each must walk through the fire so to speak in our own way and in our own life and learn our life lessons. its really to bad that each of us cannot learn from others mistakes but we must walk through the fire ourselves,
thank you for the reminder.
dont know if you mean it this way or not but this poem reminds me of a love I lost in death. A man I was in love with who died in a fire, I feel him once in a while, still, I still see him in my sleep. I still hear a song that reminds me of our time together. anyway this poem says these feelings may never leave, in a way I hope not, I hope we are rejoined in the next life.
I understand your feelings, been there, maybe there still at times, its so hard, can't leave because of money, how to afford to live alone? o its a sad way to live isn't it? and talk about the heavy breathing, I can't even sit next to him and watch a movie anymore because all I hear is HIM....yep, Im stuck
sad but thats the way it is I suppose, gee, I'd hate to be the person in that chair, to close to home for me. we were the victums once, and hes gone now, 2 life terms they say, I still fear he may someday get out,
anyhow.................well written, you know how to bring out the feelings, with just your words, and thats what writing is suppose to be, so good for you. :)
wow what a story, I have a couple of things to say.
first of all, real pain is very, very hard to deal with, it makes people mean. I know pain. before my back surgery I was in so much pain I thought of suscide.
2nd of all, pain meds are NOT bad if you need them you NEED them, I am not saying anyone should over use them but tylenol 3 is a mild form of a pain med, when someone gets bad they usually get on oxycoton or herion, then you worry.
and 3, you cannot change anyone until THEY want to change. I have a son who was a drug addict and if I could have, I would have changed him, but HE had to want the help himself before he could change.
these are the facts, you are a kind hearted person and you want to help others, I know that, but you cannot do it for them, they have to do it for themselves. take care of yourself, be healthy yourself, we need YOU too! :)
sick o, our family has been the victum of a phych 0 killer who is now in prison serving 2 life terms, there is nothing cool, or romantic about it. steir compleatly away from this. ending up a victum is not worth your life or the lives of your kids. believe me, someday, I will write about this, keep your eyes open for the story if you wish
I have had these dreams myself, I think they mean that someone is trying to get some message across to you. or there is some lesson you need to learn or some message you are not recieving. you try and try and just when its about to come to you, you wake up, or you get a phone call, or something else gets your attention and the lesson never comes, so you need to concentrate and listen more intentenly to your inner voice and the soul inside you and learn whatever your innerself needs to know. something big may be just around the bend.
sounds so familuar, from both sides, as a mom of kids who think Im old and now they don't want to be around me much, and from a daughters point of view also, my mom is 88. someday soon, she may be gone, I want to spend as much time with her as I can now, Im afraid when my parents are gone, I will miss them so much
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