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My Cover Up Mask I wake in the morning with tears in my eyes. I have to face another day without my child. I prepare to go to work and put on my "cover-up mask" as I go out to face the world. I get my work done and even chat and sometimes smile at my co-workers. Any they say,
"My how well she seems to be handling her loss." If they only knew what I am suffering under my "cover-up mask." My work day is over, and I go home and remove my "cover-up mask," an the tears come again. I go to bed, as the darkness of night envelopes me and sleep eludes me, the tears come again. I have gotten through another day without my child. I have learned I must take one day at a time for the rest of my life, since it will never be the same again. -Joan Watson TCF, Salisbury, MD
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Please See Me Through My Tears
You asked, “How are you doing?”
As I told you, tears came to my eyes…and you
looked away and quickly began to talk again, All the
attention you had given me drained away.
“How am I doing?”…I can do better when people listen,
though I may shed a tear or two.
This pain is indescribable. If you’ve never known it you
cannot fully understand.
Yet I need you.
When you look away,
When I’m ignored,
I am again alone with it.
Your attention means more than you can ever know.
Really, tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They’re nature’s way of helping me heal…
They relieve some of the stress of sadness.
I know you fear that asking how I’m doing brings me sadness …
but you're wrong.
The memory of my loved one’s death will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
My tears make my pain more visible to you, but you did not
give me the pain…it was already there.
When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless, not knowing
what to do?
You are not helpless,
and you don’t need to do a thing but be there.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
you’ve helped me.
You need not speak. Your silence as I cry is all I need.
Be patient…do not fear.
Listening with your heart to “how I am doing”
relieves the pain,
for when the tears can freely come and go, I feel lighter,
Talking to you releases what I’ve been wanting to say aloud,
clearing space
for a touch of joy in my life.
I’ll cry for a minute or two…
and then I’ll wipe my eyes,
and sometime you’ll even find I’m laughing later.
When I hold back the tears, my throat grows tight,
my chest aches, my stomach knots…
because I’m trying to protect you from my tears.
Then we both hurt…me, because my pain is held inside,
a shield against our closeness…and you,
because suddenly we’re distant.
So please, take my hand and see me through my tears…
then we can be close again.
-Kelly Osmont
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A MEMORY HUG Your loss has left a hole in your heart.
That hole never goes away...
you learn to live with it.
With acceptance of the loss
and changes in your life,
the pain lessens.
Eventually memories fill up the space,
but it never goes away.
Then, when you least expect it,
a memory spills out
of the hole in your heart
and washes you clean again with tears.
Think of it as a "MEMORY HUG"
[Author Unknown]
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