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Jan 18, 2010, 01:33 PM
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There were Four sets of Footprints in the Sand
Now There are Only Three  This Will Be My Grieving Site I Thought I Could Write, Still Not Ready My Heart has Frozen my Hands |
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Jan 18, 2010, 01:48 PM
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((Starlite))
 - but there will always be a 4th set of footprints in your heart. Holding you in this time of grief
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Jan 20, 2010, 05:28 PM
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What I feel in the heart is only aching... Of not even knowing my own sister Brenda
I am not okay. I don't what or how long this not okay is going to be. One thing I know of everything I can't put my hand on is this - My Sister is gone. My Sister that I always took things out on, picked on her, when we were kids. From being under 12 until 4 years ago I never knew her, knew where she was, what she was doing, how she was doing... Nor be there to support her so she wasn't alone within herself. Knowing what this feeling is, what this pain is - at least I know what it is. It's my pain for not knowing Brenda. The other confusion in my brain, life, heart, emotions, interactions - I don't know how I feel about them, because I really don't what they are... What is good is that I know at least one thing - I feel this emotion due to the loss of Brenda. Last edited by Anonymous29357; Jan 20, 2010 at 07:33 PM. |
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Jan 20, 2010, 07:35 PM
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I've sheltered myself whether on purpose or not.
I am encumbered with great distress. I am alone. I am lost. This box I have put around myself is made of steel. I cannot get out, nor may anyone enter. I cannot get out as I don't wish too. As a child I was forced into the box. This time I have walked myself into the box. I don't know how long the box shall last. No one can aide me - even if the did know how, or even cared to try. People have lost family members, friends and so on. I have seen and heard of their sorrow. But never have I been upon it. Others say 'I know I had, such and such; my such and such has passed... But that is their own. They've already went the pain and sorrow. The others who have faced their own seem to be standing back. Letting me stray away, alone. With only yourself. Have they forgotten what it does to the soul. The others that are as close to the situation as I; are they alone inside themselves as well? |
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Jan 21, 2010, 03:41 PM
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Peace be with your Starlite. I feel your pain.
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Jan 22, 2010, 05:51 AM
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The Family That Was Never Allowed To Be  and then there were   We used to stand together with hair brushes, pretending they were microphones singing the song  "We are Family, All of my Sisters and Me!" by Sister Sledge Susan, Brenda, Annette, Michelle |
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Jan 22, 2010, 06:34 AM
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This is an old thread. You probably should not post your reply to it, as the original poster is unlikely to see it.|
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