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It Hurts To Lose
A Special Person
A Special Person
It hurts.
It hurts in the middle of the day,
In the middle of the night
And in the middle of your stomach.
It hurts to lose anyone who has a special place in your heart.
It's just a nightmare.
Everything will be all right in the morning.
But, of course, it isn't.
Morning brings reality,
Mercifully dulled by shock
And a feeling of numbness.
Like a robot you move mechanically through
the seconds,
the minutes,
the hours of the next few days.
It hurts.
The hurt is real.
It's real at the graveside,
When the finality of death deals a reeling blow.
And you feel as if part of your heart has been
wrenched from your body.
It's real in the days that follow.
Long days.
When the enemies of fear and frustration
dog your steps.
It will be real in the months ahead,
When sleep refuses to come,
And loneliness refuses to leave.
It hurts.
It hurts in the middle of the day,
It hurts in the middle of the night
And in the middle of your stomach.
It's OK to ask, " Why? "
Why me?
Why now?
Why ever?
Oh, why, Lord, why?
It's OK to cry.
It's OK for men and women,
For boys and girls,
Reach out.
Reach out and share the tears,
The sorrow of others.
Others who also hurt.
It hurts.
But, it hurts a little less with time.
And still less with more time.
How much time?
More for some,
And less for others.
There is no prescribed amount for recovery.
But one morning you will wake up and your loss
will not be the first thing you think about.
And then, you will know that it's just a little
better than it was in the beginning.
it hurts.
And it especially hurts on special days.
Days like,
Anniversaries,
Christmas,
and Thanksgiving.
Give yourself some time,
just the right amount of time for you.,
Not too little,
And not too much.
And then do something different,
Not too different.
just the right amount of difference
To build a new memory or two.
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