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Summertime

Time to relax and enjoy the sunshine. Time to read a book for pleasure. Time to catch up with old friends. Time……..just that…….time. To heal, to relax, to restore one’s soul. To visit, to connect, to rekindle, to be restored. by

Thoughts of Hope From a New Widow

Nearly four years after beginning my journey in Seminary it has come time to stand and preach my Senior Sermon at Drew Theological School in Madison NJ. Preparing for this day has been something of a roller coaster to say the least. The joy of falling in love during my first semester and the amazing …

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Grieving

I need to talk about my

A poem so true to my heart that if I had the eloquence to write as the author does I would feel truly gifted:

I need to talk about my loss. 
I may often need to tell you what happened-
or to ask you why it happened.
Each time I discuss my loss, I am helping myself
face the reality of the death of my loved one. 

I need to know that you care about me. 
I need to feel your touch, our hugs.
I need you just to be with me. 
(And I need to be with you.)
I need to know you believe in me and in my 
ability to get through my grief in my own way.
(And in my own time.)

Please don’t judge me now-
or think I’m behaving strangely.
Remember i’m grieving.
I may even be in shock.
I may feel afraid. I may feel deep rage. 
I may even feel guilty. But above all, I hurt. 
I’m experienceing a pain unlike any i’ve ever felt before. 

Don’t worry if you think i’m getting better
and then suddenly seem to slip backward.
Grief makes me behave this way at times. 
And please don’t tell me you “know how I feel,”
or that it’s time for me to get on with my life.
(I am probably already saying this to myself.)
What I need now is time to grieve and recover. 

Most of all, thank you for being my friend. 
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for helping, for understanding.
Thank you for praying for me. 
And remember, in the days or years ahead,
after your loss- when you need me
as I have needed you- I will understand.
And then I will come and be with you. 

~Barbara Hills LesStrang

 

Taken from The Afterloss Credo

From the Book Afterloss by Barbara Hills LesStrang

 

One Year

It doesn’t seem possible, it is so hard to imagine, completely unfathomable that I have not seen your face, heard your voice, felt your touch in a year. This is what the calendar tells me. I look all around me and see all the signs of springtime that were all around when you passed and …

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Make Me Understand

Make Me Understand is a poem I wrote in honor of Bishop Yvette Flunder’s visit to our Drew Theological School Campus today. I share it with you in the hope that one day we can all freely preach of the Radical Hospitality that Bishop Flunder speaks of with such passion and grace. Make Me Understand …

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How Can I Become

When someone loves you the way Don loved me, the way I loved Don, they see a part of you that you didn’t even know existed until you see yourself through their eyes. That is the way real love works. You can see yourself differently in the mirror because the person holding the mirror is …

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What is the span of a life?

I have talked about the Karner Blue Butterfly here before but I haven’t mentioned that one of the reasons they are so rare is because of their very short life span, between four and twenty-one days. That is all, three weeks on a good run and their beauty is gone. What is the span of a …

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Everyday

            Every day I think of you I dream of the days we shared We added up the moments To make a lifetime from just two years You fulfilled every promise You made every dream come true We always found the laughter even amid the tears We always knew it …

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Poetic Interlude

The poems below both speak to me when I think about Donald’s death. I want to scream the first poem and deny the second. In the first the poet is talking of his Father and in the second the poet speaks of Marc Anthony and his noble defeat. It strikes me that the first poet …

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I Am Still Me, and Yet, I am Not

I try to show the world that I am still myself, that I am okay, that I can still laugh and work and play and study, but I fail. I am not still the me I was. I won’t ever be that me again. That dreamy eyed newlywed basking in the glow of a love …

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