r/GriefSupport • u/LDDD1234 • 7d ago
Message Into the Void Our grief as an orchestra.
The other day, as I was sobbing hysterically in my car, I thought, “I hope she (my mom) can’t see me.”
Because if she did, she’d be sad.
Then I imagined my pain as an instrument instead. What if whenever I cry for her, in her dimension, it sounds like a piano.
And then there is Wes, of course. He’s the violin.
Andy, a clarinet—Matt, a harp.
Brad a bassoon, Kelly a cello, Lisa a flute.
Our grief is the orchestra of her life.
It’s never lonely in her world, because while the other instruments come in and out, the piano never stops playing.
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u/TerryLovesThrowaways 7d ago
How lovely
I read something about grief where a wise man said, the dead receive your prayers like silken handkerchiefs.
I laugh, imagining my little brother keeps getting greeted by floating handkerchiefs as he strolls leisurely in heaven, in good health and no pain.
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u/Entire_Adagio_5120 Sibling Loss 7d ago
This is beautiful