#lossandlove

[bigfeelinghuman]

Haunted

There was a version of myself That existed  when you didn't 

I search for her  in vain

my mind  has walled her off, Deemed her a foreign entity

and instead,  the version  That knew you has engulfed  my being 

I sense you  In everything:

The cool breeze  That mocks me  With memories of your warm embrace

The cruel trick Of memory Fills the still air  With your scent

Every object  you have touched Every word  you have spoken

All tainted  by your essence

But you are gone.

You have been  laid to rest I watched as  Your body was lowered Into the depths  Of the earth  Then sowed flowers Surrounding Your hedge, Guarding your rest

Yet you are anything  but resting in peace As your shadow  Looms over my mind

Is it because I Constantly visit your grave?

By my own fault  You have been tethered  To this realm of thought

Have my tears  Supplied you with life And allowed you To take supernatural form?

Because it seems your ghost Has found its home, Haunting me, In the unused corners of my mind

[uncommonrachel]

Record Player

A car driving into the mountainsOur voices mingling within memoriesChoirs past and presentArt our own most treasured All dolled up. Your mouth opened and shutYou took a step backwardsDoors open before me in the theatreOf this scene, my hand in yours You sit in my living room making musicOn the strings of my guitarReflecting a scene nearly one month pastMy melodies on your own…

Record Player

[juhnkit]

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[iamshay]

Taking Time to Heal: A Personal Reflection

Tomorrow’s stream won’t be happening. I’ve got to step away from the screen, from the noise, and take a moment to breathe in a different way. I’m heading out to visit my dad’s resting place. It’s something I haven’t done in a while, and I’ve been avoiding it. Maybe “avoiding” isn’t the right word—more like “not being strong enough.” You get it, right? Sometimes you just need to give yourself the space to feel what you feel, and right now, that’s a lot.

Ramadan, for my family, is always tough. It’s a mix of emotions we try to juggle every year, and this time, it feels heavier than usual. You see, my dad passed away right after Ramadan, during Eid. So every year, right around the time we should be celebrating, we’re reminded of that absence, that empty chair at the table. It’s like the pain gets amplified, and while the rest of the world is filled with joy and gratitude, we’re just trying to hold it together.

Talking to my mom over the phone today, I could hear it in her voice. She was holding back tears too. It’s hard not to. Every visit to my dad’s grave is a reminder of what we’ve lost, and no matter how much time passes, it always hits like a wave.

This year, I’m taking a pause. I need this break. I’ll be away from everything for a bit, spending some quiet time with my mom. We’re going to stay with my sister for a while after Ramadan, just to be with each other, to heal in the only way we know how. Sometimes you just need that- time with family, time to reflect, time to let the grief flow and make its way through you.

I’m sharing this with you guys because sometimes it’s important to remember that it’s okay to take a step back. It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to feel heavy. It’s okay to not be okay. And it's okay to take time to heal, whether it's with your family, or alone, or however it comes to you.

So, I’ll see you when I see you. I’ll be back when the time feels right, but for now, I’ve got to do this for me, for my family, and for the memory of my dad. Peace, love, and all the things that make us human

[remember-to-dream]

Whispers of Comfort

In the twilight of sorrow, where shadows mourn, I see you, a heart broken, weary and torn. Your pain, a silent cry that echoes in the air, In your anguish, my heart aches, for you I deeply care.

His memory, a beacon, a star that fades too soon, In the night of your grief, under a mournful moon. I wish to comfort you, to hold your trembling hand, Yet distance keeps us apart, across this vast land.

In dreams, I whisper solace, a tender, gentle plea, May life grant you strength, a balm for your misery. Though I can't bridge this chasm, can't ease your sorrowed plight, I pray for dawn to break, bringing warmth and light.

If fate were kinder, and our paths were to entwine, I'd stand beside you, offering all that's mine. But until that day, I send my love, unseen, afar, A wish upon the wind, a healing guiding star.

In every step you take, in shadows or in sun, May you find peace and strength, until the pain is done. And if ever, by chance, we meet in this life's span, Know that in your sorrow, you have a steadfast fan.

[worldofworldz]

LETTERS Arthur Shelby

Dear Arthur,                                                                                                                            I hope this letter finds you well my love. It's been only three months that you have been away but it feels like a lifetime. At night you cloud my mind I lay awake in my bed staring at the ceiling in a daze picturing what it will be like to hold you in my arms again. But then I close my eyes and drift off to sleep and there you are looking as happy as you did before war got in the way. I must go now time is slipping through my hands and I have work. I'll meet you in my dreams tonight

                                                                                                             Love

                                                                                                              Y/N

Dear Arthur,                                                                                                                          

Six months has dragged on but I know we will have an eternity when I see you next. These past two weeks have been a struggle the bills are stacking up and Atticus has grown so much since you seen him last. He turns five soon and he looks more like you with each day that passes. Ada is doing well she's grown into a strong woman and Polly runs around like a headless chicken most of the time, I find myself laughing when I picture her running back and forth between the den and the house as her hair whips through the air but even in the toughest of moments, she never lets the ball drop. And Finn has grown into an amazing young man not the sharpest chisel in the box but very kind and giving kind of like his big brother in that way. Till I see you again my love

                                                                                                                                  Y/N  

Dear Arthur,                                                                                                                        

I keep looking at the letter that was sent to me nearly ten months ago. It breaks my heart every time I see it. I caught Atticus looking at it yesterday thankfully he still doesn’t understand but he does know. I rock him to sleep most nights because he gets upset that you aren't here to tuck him in and read to him hell be okay. I got an unexcepted pay raise at work so I'm going to take Atticus, Finn, and Ada out to the countryside for a couple of days while Polly watches the den. Till next time my love  

                                                                                                                                    Y/N

Dear Arthur,                                                                                                                                  it's now been sixteen months since I saw you last. I keep writing because I wish to hear from you again but the doctors and Tommy and John tell me it's not healthy for me or Atticus. I left you a pack of cigarettes today me and Polly smoked one with you. Oh my love how I would give anything to have you back here with me how I wished I wouldn't see you only when I close my eyes. Johns getting married again although he doesn’t know it yet. Tommy set it up something about Lee business and there being peace. That’s what I hope you feel...peace. With all the love in the world

                                                                                                                                  Y/N

Dear Arthur,                                                                                                                            

It's been thirty-seven years now my love. The grandchildren ask about you often as they wonder about the love that we shared together. Mazey is six and Danny is eleven and Evelyn has another on the way due to arrive in March. Atticus is still working beside Tommy along with sweet Karl. I hope John, Polly, Grace, And Freddie are doing well up there. It hurts to know that they are up there with you but it makes me feel better that none of you are alone. The doctors say I should see you shortly and even when I'm scared, I can't help but feel happy to hold you and to be close to you again. I’ll see you soon my love.

                                                                                                                                    Y/N

[mostarart]

“Between a Drawing and Flowers I”, 140 cm by 100 cm, Mixed Media - Oil & Acrylic on Canvas, 2021. From the Semblance series. New painting, inspired by a semblance of the shapes and mark-making of written Arabic language (and the love of painting exploration). It’s tough to take a good photo of this, so I’ve not yet shared it until now despite painting it a few months back. Will need to frame it and then take another photo. #LifeOfAPainter 👨🏽‍🎨🎨 #LossAndLove #💐 "بين الرسم والزهور 1" ، 140 سم في 100 سم ، وسائط مختلطة - زيت وأكريليك على قماش ، 2021. من سلسلة Semblance. لوحة جديدة ، مستوحاة من تشابه الأشكال ورسم العلامات في اللغة العربية المكتوبة (وحب استكشاف الرسم). من الصعب التقاط صورة جيدة لهذا ، لذلك لم أشاركها حتى الآن على الرغم من رسمها قبل بضعة أشهر. سوف تحتاج إلى تأطيرها ثم التقاط صورة أخرى. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQos1DzFum6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[blue-eyes-amongus]

Lost At Heart - Kujtzi (IG @theblue.eyeone)

For me this is sort of an ensemble of feeling lost, trying to part ways, and a attempt at understanding beyond. It’s one of the biggest goodbyes I’ve ever had to do.