Torontogal
Mouseketeer & Disney Vacation Club Member
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Hi all,
I lost my dear father 7 months ago to Pancreatic Cancer. It was all very sudden. He passed only 1 month after diagnosis. I miss him very much and it has been very overwhelming. I am haunted by his last days in the hospital and being with him when he passed. I wanted to remember the happy and smiling father I had not the sick one. Some days are alright and others are worse. I know many disers are dealing with grief too and wanted to share this poem I found...
GRIEF IS LIKE A RIVER
By Cinthia G. Kelley
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
but I myself determine
just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
in waves of guilt and pain,
but there are always quiet pools
where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger;
my faith seems faint indeed,
but there are other swimmers
who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
when I just seem to drift.
Grief's river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in hope's channels,
I'll reach the shore at last.
I lost my dear father 7 months ago to Pancreatic Cancer. It was all very sudden. He passed only 1 month after diagnosis. I miss him very much and it has been very overwhelming. I am haunted by his last days in the hospital and being with him when he passed. I wanted to remember the happy and smiling father I had not the sick one. Some days are alright and others are worse. I know many disers are dealing with grief too and wanted to share this poem I found...
GRIEF IS LIKE A RIVER
By Cinthia G. Kelley
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
but I myself determine
just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
in waves of guilt and pain,
but there are always quiet pools
where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger;
my faith seems faint indeed,
but there are other swimmers
who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
when I just seem to drift.
Grief's river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in hope's channels,
I'll reach the shore at last.