| For The Record This site is intended to be a helpful source of sharing. I am not a mental health care professional. I am a person who is basing all information contained in this site from my personal experiences and the experiences of others.I strongly encourage you to contact a clergyman, counselor, or other therapist to discuss any bereavement issues you may feel with respect to your loss. Since it's inception (1999) this site has had over 50,000 hits, helped thousands and been contacted by a syndicated US Television show. Thank you all so much for all your comments, stories and continuing support. Keep it coming .............New Stories Added December 8th, 2006 Kaz |
| In Honour of my Father's 15th year this month. Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good. W. H. Auden |
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| Losing a Parent A resource for those who have lost a Mom or Dad ... too soon. |