November 12, 2010

working on a song

Jaal is working on a song. Makes me cry every time. 


F       A  G
climbed so high
to fall so far
in to the blackness
faster every hour

Chorus:
Bm    D
Am I leaving?
Will I be back soon?
Where am I going?
Will I find the full moon?   C   G   Bb   F

the tree has wilted
colors tumbled from the sky
wordless anguish
slowly slipped away

tall green grass
a grave glistens with dew
the whole is empty
there is no more you

Chorus

people stood and stared
not wanting the truth
a lie can be worth keeping
when the sky's never blue

rays of sunlight
point mocking fingers at the pain
they try to make me shine
when all that's inside is rain

Chorus




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grief group

We went to grief group again.

There was a person there we hadn't met before. Her daughter died in an accident at age 28, not married, no kids.
The other couple's child died at 22 from cancer.

I wish more people were there, as I think we learn from each other.

Tony didn't find it as helpful this time, but we will see how it settles in.

I was left with some things to think about.

One was the confirmation that faith in god doesn't really help most people with grief this big. Two of the people there have a strong belief in god, which brings up additional questions about "why her?" but also does not seem to provide real relief in the idea of seeing them later, after you die yourself. I don't mean to offend anyone who does believe in the afterlife, but I can tell you from my experience, that with the loss of a child, that doesn't seem to help much.
Unless you plan on dying really soon, it is just too long to wait, and then they still miss out on all the living in this life. Other people get both, this life and the next, so I guess the grief is still as big for the loss of this life.

I am feeling more bitter since the autopsy arrived. I am angry today, bitter, jealous, and resentful, too.

I do not understand, and cannot accept Lev's death.
.....

The other thought I had from grief group was of the need to try to make one's life significant. What makes a person's life significant, and why is it important to us?
Lev was significant for us, and that is enough for now, but I will continue to ponder the idea.


Rebecca