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Listen
Listen gentle
people, and hear
my truest
needs…I
hear you stumbling
for words.
Relax;
There are no words…I
hear you
remembering a
funny story about
my loved
one and looking
embarrassed because
you
are laughing.
Share with me.
Let me
laugh. It gives
me something to
hold onto
in the middle
of the night when
I feel only
pain. Be happy
yourself…and
let me be me…
On
days when I can
laugh, I will.
On days when I
can speak of my
loved one,
I need you to
share my memories..
you don’t
have to give me
answers, for I
will
learn to live
without them.
You
don’t have
to pretend that
my loved
one never existed,
thinking I would
forget
if you do. Let
me speak his name,
and
you speak it too.
He is always a
part of who
I am. If you take
that from me,
I will be less
than who I am.
From
Want to Help,
But I Don’t
Know How
by Jacqueline
Rogers
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