She was the light of his life for more than thirty years, and much more than his better half. She was partly the limb he lost years ago to an accident, the mother to his children and the completion of his life. And now her loss is keenly felt by all. The children who feel a void in the house, the birds she fed every day, even the plants are wilting in her absence.
And that's when courage takes over. For those who are left behind, pick up the threads of life. They speak words of hope and strength and they work relentlessly, for the lack of work induces thoughts. But time will soon heal all wounds and bury the regret and guilt-of neglect, of hurting, of not acting soon enough and reaching too late.
And so they take control and act with courage and face the long days ahead with cheer. They take comfort in the joys of the mundane. And there is courage in their everyday ordinary acts and their attempts at bringing back cheer and keeping alive memories.
There is no joy in grieving for those who are far apart
There is such a thing as keeping a memory in the heart
And that's when courage takes over. For those who are left behind, pick up the threads of life. They speak words of hope and strength and they work relentlessly, for the lack of work induces thoughts. But time will soon heal all wounds and bury the regret and guilt-of neglect, of hurting, of not acting soon enough and reaching too late.
And so they take control and act with courage and face the long days ahead with cheer. They take comfort in the joys of the mundane. And there is courage in their everyday ordinary acts and their attempts at bringing back cheer and keeping alive memories.
There is no joy in grieving for those who are far apart
There is such a thing as keeping a memory in the heart
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