Today we said goodbye

[Soberlicious96]

So today we; my friends and I, said goodbye to our friend, via a memorial service. He had killed himself in August 2017, but wasn't found until a week before Christmas just gone.

His body still has not been released, hence why no official funeral. And not all his family was there either, due to fighting within the family.

It was a lovely service ...... But how does one ever make sense of this type of death?

I feel a mixture of relief that he's no longer struggling, and a deep unrelenting sadness at his departure. It's an all too painful reminder of just how difficult sobriety can be.

Alcoholism: the subtle poison destroying people, one drink at a time.

Anyway, it's late now so I will sleep. Tomorrow is another day, and I am bridesmaid in a wedding on Saturday. Thanks for reading. Take care out there. And please remember; no problem lasts forever if you take a moment to reach out and share it with someone else. Please please, PLEASE reach out. Don't go it alone. I'm not. I got you lot!

Nigh nigh. See you next time. Xox

[white knight]

Hi,

Thankyou for sharing that sad day in your life.

How I tend to deal with grief is a number of things. First I attend funeral services but never cemeteries, Focus on an element of the deceased persons life and celebrate that, I don't ask myself why (had my brother and uncle suicide) as that complicates things and causes me trauma and I focus on comforting others as that comfort is usually returned.

TO KISS HIS TEMPLE

to my dad (dec 1992)

There were some things I knew as taboo
to express my love but to question who?
to touch the pale face of my dad back then
when touching taboo...when "men were men"

For boys were male and "you cant do that"
jealous of my sister and that is that
that man couldnt hug his son for how he was seen
nowadays if you hugged your son- well, you'd be relieved.

And so my dad the salt of the land
wouldnt touch me even by hand
he knew he loved me and I him
with a wink of an eye from under his brim

Then that day we all regret came along
where watery eyes was met by song
and there he lie with an eerie smile
I be alone with him for just a while.

As I stroked his forehead cool to touch
I raised my head automatically as such
to kiss his temple of which I dare
I knew his mind was well aware.

Of all the kisses I missed
they gathered together in just one kiss
finally as his spirit rose and went
he left his love and hugs were spent

I never craved again heart be blessed
that tradition of males their love expressed
a kiss on his forehead way back then
ended an era when "men were men"...

TonyWK

So, poetry is a big part of my grieving.

[Soberlicious96]

Wow, thanks for sharing that amazing, beautiful and raw poem. Love it. Xo