"If there must be trouble let it be in my day, that my child may have peace."
-Thomas Paine
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
Someone's Missing
Last night we went to Grandma’s house
To play, laugh, eat and open presents
There was something missing,
The extra joy that should have been present
The smile and laughter that would make everyone cheer.
Kids are running around and getting balloons
But there is something missing, the giggle that came along
No one on the pool table, doing a spin
No one saying, come look and see what I found
That extra laughter is missing from one loved so dear.
Grandma hollers “come on lets pray”
No the one who reminds us isn’t here today
The prayer is spoken wishing love for those missing
Time to eat the food from deep preparation
Yet there’s a plate at the table that is missing.
It’s time to play games
Someone is playing in your spot
There’s the little red head
And his hair not as dark
For you to be here is what we are wishing.
Presents are being opened
All opening and enjoying
That person who got more joy
Out of what others received
His physical presence is what’s missing
Home we all tread on to go
Realizing no presents for him
Will be wrapped and placed under the tree
For him that is in our hearts
But won’t be here living.
Morning comes along and we open our eyes
All to remember you won’t be jumping in
To yell “Santa came lets go”
No, we won’t be able to say lets snuggle
And listen for the train whistle to blow,
Before we feel the giving.
Up from bed we arise with coffee in hand
Then up to the cold and frozen place
To tell you we still care
In hearts the hole is still there
For ever it is you we will all be missing.
To play, laugh, eat and open presents
There was something missing,
The extra joy that should have been present
The smile and laughter that would make everyone cheer.
Kids are running around and getting balloons
But there is something missing, the giggle that came along
No one on the pool table, doing a spin
No one saying, come look and see what I found
That extra laughter is missing from one loved so dear.
Grandma hollers “come on lets pray”
No the one who reminds us isn’t here today
The prayer is spoken wishing love for those missing
Time to eat the food from deep preparation
Yet there’s a plate at the table that is missing.
It’s time to play games
Someone is playing in your spot
There’s the little red head
And his hair not as dark
For you to be here is what we are wishing.
Presents are being opened
All opening and enjoying
That person who got more joy
Out of what others received
His physical presence is what’s missing
Home we all tread on to go
Realizing no presents for him
Will be wrapped and placed under the tree
For him that is in our hearts
But won’t be here living.
Morning comes along and we open our eyes
All to remember you won’t be jumping in
To yell “Santa came lets go”
No, we won’t be able to say lets snuggle
And listen for the train whistle to blow,
Before we feel the giving.
Up from bed we arise with coffee in hand
Then up to the cold and frozen place
To tell you we still care
In hearts the hole is still there
For ever it is you we will all be missing.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Don't Be Afraid to Say No and Take Some Time
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe." Friedrich NietzscheGerman philosopher (1844 - 1900)
I chose this quote because often when one is dying or grieving society expects more than what we have to give. Often we are expected to move on as if nothing is happening or has even happend. This is where we need to use our voice for ourselves and others. Studies show it's important to have some time alone, rest is needed, so when you feel the need or see someone being pushed when they need to rest don't be afraid, speak up.... Laurie
I chose this quote because often when one is dying or grieving society expects more than what we have to give. Often we are expected to move on as if nothing is happening or has even happend. This is where we need to use our voice for ourselves and others. Studies show it's important to have some time alone, rest is needed, so when you feel the need or see someone being pushed when they need to rest don't be afraid, speak up.... Laurie
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Welcome Aboard Howard Blake!
Finding The Sun Again would like to welcome Howard Blake aboard!!! Howard has a great deal to offer Finding The Sun Again. This gentle man with a big heart has a passion for God, helping people in Hospice and working with people dealing with grief. Howard will be Laurie's co-facilitator in our first expeditions in Loss Support Groups.
Howard, thank you for joining us in the conquest to help others find the tools that will work for them through hospice care and grief so that they may "Find the Sun Again"!!!
Laurie
Howard, thank you for joining us in the conquest to help others find the tools that will work for them through hospice care and grief so that they may "Find the Sun Again"!!!
Laurie
Monday, July 28, 2008
Grief Bursts
Sometimes we are moving along on our journey and it hits us. Don't know how; not even sure of when,,, the heart is aching again.. The chest is heavy, uncontrollable tears may have taken over and the nice beautiful day is now bleak. It's like having a freight train smacking you right in your face, no your entire body... I'm now angry, I was getting beyond this and here it is making me work harder again...
Grief Burst. That's what it's called. It's normal and it just plain sucks.
Grief Burst. That's what it's called. It's normal and it just plain sucks.
What Greggy would say
"When you fall, keep the smile on your face, get back up and keep right on!" - Laurie L. Bayless
I was looking at a picture of Greggy getting up from a fall with a smile on his face. The more I thought I heard him say this to me. It's how he lived his life and a behavior I hope to attain at all times someday...
I was looking at a picture of Greggy getting up from a fall with a smile on his face. The more I thought I heard him say this to me. It's how he lived his life and a behavior I hope to attain at all times someday...
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Reminders
Today as I was in a rush to get to the heart center to take food to my caffeine/nicotene w/drawal husband I met a lady. Her and I arrived in line at the same time; she was very kind and offered to let me go first. I thanked her for allowing me to get to my cranky husband faster and she told me her story... This month is her hardest month of the year; not only her wedding anniversary but also the anniversary of her husband's death who died during open heart surgery. WOW. How could that be? It's amazing how God reminds me of my mission and not to stray from it. It's been 40 years that she has been putting one foot in front of the other and live life. 40 years of grief. I am even more grateful that everything looks good for my husbands achy heart. Stress... Stress of grief and holding it all back, it's exploding in his body as he tries to move on and make sure people don't see his pain and he contains it working so hard not to feel the pain.
I urge my readers to stop and feel the pain, so they are able to feel the sun. To n0t run and keep being chased by the ugliness of it all. But to stand up, stand face to face with it... How? It depends on you and your needs. Hardest thing about grief, we are all unique and therefore how we deal, cope and greive are all very unique. Hopefully, I will help you find your own unique tools to figure out what will work best for you...
Love to you all, Laurie
I urge my readers to stop and feel the pain, so they are able to feel the sun. To n0t run and keep being chased by the ugliness of it all. But to stand up, stand face to face with it... How? It depends on you and your needs. Hardest thing about grief, we are all unique and therefore how we deal, cope and greive are all very unique. Hopefully, I will help you find your own unique tools to figure out what will work best for you...
Love to you all, Laurie
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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