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asked by a friend to write an elegy
for her niece killed in a
New Year’s Day car crash,
my eyes fill with tears
thinking of my elderly mother
My small stone for Writing Our Way Home’s Mindful Writing Challenge:http://www.writingourwayhome.com/2013_01_01_archive.html
Posted by Bodhirose on January 2, 2013
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2013/01/02/elegy/
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/ January 2, 2013Such a tough write for a very tender time … I do not envy you, yet I know you will do a beautiful piece. In a few short weeks, my dad will be gone 4 years. 😦 I still have difficult moments or even days. Will keep you in thought and prayer.
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Bodhirose
/ January 2, 2013Becca, I saw your small stone over there and was just going to visit you. Well thank you for the nice vote of confidence. I do not know the family who lost the loved one…a daughter of 21, their youngest…I can’t imagine that grief. I wrote something today and hope it will bring some comfort. So sorry for your ongoing grief too, Becca. I envy you the close and loving relationship you had with your father. Mine has been gone several years now but we weren’t close. Thank you too for your sweet kindness.
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Jamie Dedes
/ January 2, 2013This is among the hardest things to do, but so kind of you to be willing. I know it will be a sensitive and memorable thing. Good luck. Keeping you and them in heart and prayer this evening.
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Bodhirose
/ January 3, 2013She just wanted me to write some words of comfort for her grieving family. She loved what I wrote and sent it to her nephew to read at the memorial service. Goodness…writing an elegy… Some time ago my mother had asked if I would write something to be read at her funeral…the thought of that was hard for me.
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Renee Espriu
/ January 2, 2013A difficult thing to do but you are so good to do so. Your image connects the words. You and your friends are in my heart.
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Bodhirose
/ January 3, 2013I’m going to post what I wrote for my friend. She sent it to her nephew to be read at the memorial service. She lives in Hawaii and they are in Florida…she’s unable to be with them. Thank you for your heartfelt thoughts, Renee.
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Polly Robinson
/ January 3, 2013You show concisely how one thing impacts on another ~ an effective small stone.
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Bodhirose
/ January 3, 2013Thanks for that, Polly. I was surprised where my thoughts led me…
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journeyintopoetry
/ January 3, 2013Very poignant Gayle.
Made me stop and think…
Love
Christine xx
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Bodhirose
/ January 3, 2013I wonder how many other tragedies like this one played out over the holidays. Especially difficult during this time of year…
Thank you, Christine.
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Lorna's Voice
/ January 3, 2013Ah, that is a tough one, Gayle. Whatever you write will be beautiful, inspirational and heart-rendering.
While in the midst of grief, it’s hard to see death as rebirth. That view takes time, distance, and a lot of healing.
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Bodhirose
/ January 3, 2013Yes, a tough one to write for one so young. And thank you for your generous words. I did post it today…you can judge for yourself. And how right you are about seeing death for what it truly is…takes much healing to get over the separation in our hearts.
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