The Silent Night

“For unto us a child is born…” (Isaiah 8:6)

The storm before the calm                                                                                                                    The rush of season’s call                                                                                                                    Salvation’s army bell                                                                                                                              As shoppers leave the mall

The sparkle of tree’s glitter                                                                                                                    The smell of pine and ham                                                                                                                      The sound of wonder’s laugh                                                                                                                  Mid stress of traffic’s jam

The charm of snow capped peaks                                                                                                    The taste of Grandma’s pie                                                                                                              The laughter of pure joy                                                                                                                  With twinkles in the eye                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          The thrill and ecstasy                                                                                                                              Of holiday’s delight                                                                                                                                  The peace of Christmas joy                                                                                                                    On a clear and starry night

The smile of Christmas favor                                                                                                                The wonder of Christ’s birth                                                                                                                  The glow of moon and star                                                                                                                    As God redeems the earth

With love beyond all measure                                                                                                              And generous delight                                                                                                                              God’s gift to all mankind                                                                                                                        Now breaks the silent night                                                                                                                           © Phoebe Leggett

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“The Christmas Tree” Said He

The wife said                                                                                                                                              She wanted a tree                                                                                                                                    I couldn’t care less                                                                                                                                  It wasn’t for me                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              But she was quite stubborn                                                                                                                  And so I caved                                                                                                                                      She got her tree                                                                                                                                        And I was amazed                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        And then she whispered                                                                                                                    Some beautifications?                                                                                                                            And I said, Who cares?                                                                                                                            She got decorations                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  She wanted a gift                                                                                                                                  And I said, But why?                                                                                                                              You have everything                                                                                                                                And I gave a sigh                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        But then we went shopping                                                                                                                And she got her gift                                                                                                                                A beveled-set diamond                                                                                                                          It gave her a lift                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        This enough? I inquired                                                                                                                         I hoped it would be                                                                                                                                  But she beamed and smirked                                                                                                                And pointed at me

You think you’re a Grinch                                                                                                                You think you are mean                                                                                                                        But I know you best                                                                                                                            And you’re not that green

Who won this battle?                                                                                                                                And who won this fight?                                                                                                                          But it doesn’t matter                                                                                                                         And to all a Good-Night

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-Jacob Hall Shooting

southcarolinaA sad feeling hovers over residents of South Carolina as Jacob Hall’s family grieves their loss. His mother’s brave words also echo her grief.

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-SC Boy Dies Following School Shooting

southcarolinaCOLUMBIA, S.C. — A coroner says a 6-year-old boy has died days after he was critically wounded in a school shooting in South Carolina.

Anderson County Coroner Greg Shore said Jacob Hall died about 1 p.m. Saturday. Jacob had been fighting for his life at a hospital since the shooting Wednesday at Townville Elementary…

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Death, Sorrow, and Grief-Labor Day 2016

80689,1266136069,4Today marks yet another holiday as Americans re-visit the Labor Day experience.

Many plan to enjoy a long week-end of travel as they grab one last vacation fling before settling into routines of seasonal change. But for some, the emotional drain will be overwhelming as they grapple with the loss of a loved one.

Excerpt from book It’s My Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

Grief has no guidelines to surrender to. Feelings of sadness will come and go at will, without boundaries to thwart the inevitable. Your sorrow may be long in duration, but God will restore with joy, and give you peace, if allowed.

It’s impossible for mourners to function at 100 percent capacity the initial days and months following the death of their loved just one. Patience and understanding are needed during this period of time. Accept assistance when offered, and allow yourself time to recover from the trauma of your loss. It’s your time to grieve. Use this time wisely as you transition from sorrow into acceptance during this stage of sorrow.

It’s also important to refrain from making key decisions during this time. If possible, wait at least one year following the death of your loved one as issues associated with sorrow could cloud good judgment

“…Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy” (John 16:22)

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-Death of a Child

picture-of-sad-boyThe tragedy of death brings sadness that often lingers far into the future. In fact it’s not unreasonable to expect days of darkness and gloom to reside daily for a period of time over the loss of a loved one. But when a child has passed there is no turning back.

Excerpt from book It’s My Time To Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

Although it’s best to move on with your life following the death of a child, this blind in-your-face reality makes that notion an impossibility. In fact, the term time heals all wounds will never fit parental bereavement. This exception relates to the death of a child far more than any other loss. The reverse connotation is more accurate as more intense sorrow will surface as time goes forward. To understand this truth is to accept the verity of death.

When a child is involved, there is no moving forward. Horror and grief are moments that will surround a parent for days and months, even years following the passing of a child. In the aftermath, and for a prolonged period of time, it will be impossible to budge from this sorrow. Survival is accomplished only while anesthetized and numb every waking moment of every meaningless day.

Anguish over the death of your own flesh-and-blood offspring can lead to mental d-fragmentation of sanity. This torment will be even more grueling, time-consuming, and painful as time goes forward.

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-When a Child dies

256486,1305120722,1Excerpt from book It’s My Time To Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more” (Matthew 2:18)

Losing a child in death can easily be the most devastating experience of a lifetime. If your child was stillborn, or lived to be ninety years of age, he is still your flesh and blood.

A part of you will then die when your child does.                                                                                                                                                                       Death is cruel, and the after effects painful. Yet age has no bearing on this certainty. The emotional aspects of your loss will be catastrophic.

When a child you’ve waited for, cuddled, dressed, fed, and loved with every ounce of your being dies, it’s enough to make a parent go insane. Although my child was twenty-two when he passed, he was still my baby. That truth will always be our bond.

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-Don’t Give Me Any Grief

Cathy Pendola GriefFor those suffering the loss of a loved one, resources are vital for survival. But stories of personal loss will relate best when coupled with understanding, and encouragement.

In Don’t Give Me Any Grief, Cathy Pendola reflects on the thoughts and feelings that filled her days following the sudden death of her nineteen-year-old son Dominic. Surreal experiences such as picking out his funeral clothes and the heartache of cleaning his room for the first time are explored fearlessly and poetically in the hopes that her journey through loss will provide a path for other parents who know the same pain.

Countering grief-speak words including “closure” and “new normal,” and frankly declaring there will never be an answer to the question “why,” Pendola’s stories and poems make room for grief—hers and yours—and by doing so, invite the possibility of hope and healing.

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Words from the Author: Standing in the baggage claim at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, Catherine Pendola retrieved a message on her cell phone that began: “This is the Denton County Police. It’s about your son, Dominic.”

Those eleven words began a journey to understand, as a mother, what it means to be a mother who’s lost a child.

It’s impossible to imagine or prepare for this kind of tragedy. The call comes, and suddenly you’re forgotten how to live; eating, talking, and simply taking a breath seem unmanageable, and yet, somehow, you’re expected to get through this day, and the next.

In Don’t Give Me Any Grief, Catherine shares her personal story of loss, exploring from a day-to-day and a holistic sense how life is transformed by heartache and how life marches on after it. Through personal narrative and poems, she creates a space that explores grief honestly, extending a hand to any parent who feels alone in their thoughts and feelings, looking for a way to make sense of life after loss.

 

 

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Death, Grief, and Sorrow-Ashes to Dust

IMG_3212Death brings to mind the old cliché  “another one bites the dust.” Although crude in expression, the fact remains; when someone dies, they simply return to what they were created from-dust.

“…for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return” (Genesis 3:19) “I am become like dust and ashes” (Job 30:19)

This week has been an emotional roller coaster of events. But most grievous of all was the demise of my cousin. At forty-eight, with his life still before him, he instead chose to end it.

Questions without answers, unrelenting grief, and unimaginable sorrow abound. But for those closest to him, guilt at missing signals of depression that could have saved his life must be dealt with, and understood. However, God alone holds the keys to heaven.

In the aftermath, and through it all, we still understand that God is a merciful God. He will never give us more than we can handle. Neither will He leave us alone to struggle with our grief.

Prayers for consolation, and peace that passes all understanding, are uplifted daily for those who struggle with grief.

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Death, Sorrow, and Grief-Emotions

BookCoverImage It's My Time to GrieveExcerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

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With the death of a loved one comes mourning, anguish, distress, gloom, depression, despondency, dejection, loss of hope, ache, desolation, despair, isolation, lethargy, aching, suffering, gloominess, and regret.

Time heals all wounds; or so goes the cliché. In reality, time doesn’t heal every hurt. But the passing of time will make the pain easier to accept. There are some sorrows, however, that will never reach the completed stage of healing.

At times, and when least expected, deep sadness will overtake the sorrowful. There is, however, no set time for sadness. There’s also no set time for healing.

But when heartache comes, it’s best to go with it. Allow those ruthless emotions to sweep over your soul. Don’t hold back the tears. Tears are healing.

“Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?” (Psalms 56:8)

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