Grief,
like the ocean,
comes in waves only to recede and come yet again.
But with it comes healing.
Memories wash ashore and are bathed by the golden sun.
Grab hold of those memories and let them fill the emptiness.
It has been said that time heals all wounds.
I do not agree.
The wounds remain.
In time the mind,
protecting its sanity,
covers them with scar tissue
and the pain lessons----but it is never gone.
Rose Kennedy
Thursday, August 02, 2007
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