Christmas comes with a variety of emotions. But sadness, caused by the death of a loved one, is usually the one most misunderstood.
The emotion that remains following this death, if left unchecked, will only increase in volume as the days and months go by. It is the most extreme of emotions.
Most who have suffered the loss of a loved one during the year will be effected more than others. But during the holidays, grief tends to surface even more frequently.
Reports of unscheduled deaths also seem to occur more often during the Christmas season. Various tragedies will also emerge during news reports that include wrecks, accidents, and unexpected illness and death-not to mention recent terrorist attacks on the homeland as well as murder and homicides world-wide.
The impact of death now seems deeper in scope than ever before. But death, no matter when it occurs, is often underestimated. It is a tragedy that never seems to end.
In the aftermath of this death, everyone acquainted with the deceased will be effected. It will take time, however, to realize the extent of the impact. But, it will be revealed.
In the aftermath of the demise, certain elements will also surface. Such as the impact on future generations.
What would this one have accomplished that would have made the world a better place?
Would he, or she, have married? If so, then what about children that will now never exist?
What about future generations of grandchildren that will now never grace family gatherings?
The list can be staggering.
Excerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett
You will always be twenty-two
You will never be old or new
You will never again call and say
“Mom, I’m home again” today
Never again will you laugh or smile
Never again will you stay a while
Never again will you give a hug
Never again will you show your love
No more birthdays will come and go
Life will never be fast or slow
You will never again stay the night
All is dark, and gone is the light
No gifts to give with your name on them
No mail, or cards, or letters from friends
No one will call to talk to you
No bride to you will say ‘I do’
There won’t be children with your name
You’ll never achieve wealth or fame
Holidays without you will have no meaning
Memories about you only come by dreaming
No more vacations with you in mind
No more learning of any kind
No more driving that sporty car
No more traveling from near to far
Your life is over. Your dreams are dead.
All hopes for you are crushed instead
Life without you won’t be the same;
And always tears when we mention your name
But I’m so glad I shared your life
For all it was—there still was strife
Though short is was, it still was yours
And for the hurt you left—no cures
© Phoebe Leggett