About a month ago I received a brochure from the funeral home entitled “My Friend, I Care.” At that time I just put it aside because I didn’t want to read it at all. I just read it this morning before coming to the office. For anyone who has ever lost someone – I would strongly encourage you to read it and feel free to borrow mine.
The real reason I write about it though – there is a poem at the end that I want to share because I have never yet read anything so perfectly stated and truthful’. See, over the last nearly two months I have heard so many different expressions and sentiments – some wonderful, some that have made me go “huh?” – but ultimately I know everyone searches for the right thing to say – as you can see from this poem – stop searching, there are no right words, just great friendship – and I love all of those great friendships!
Don’t tell me that you understand
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.
Don’t tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task,
Apart from all the rest.
Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass
That I will soon be free.
Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
And don’t tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you; I need your love,
Unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”
Joanette Hendel
Bereavement Magazine
The real reason I write about it though – there is a poem at the end that I want to share because I have never yet read anything so perfectly stated and truthful’. See, over the last nearly two months I have heard so many different expressions and sentiments – some wonderful, some that have made me go “huh?” – but ultimately I know everyone searches for the right thing to say – as you can see from this poem – stop searching, there are no right words, just great friendship – and I love all of those great friendships!
Don’t tell me that you understand
Don’t tell me that you know.
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.
Don’t tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task,
Apart from all the rest.
Don’t come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass
That I will soon be free.
Don’t stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
And don’t tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you; I need your love,
Unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, “My friend, I care.”
Joanette Hendel
Bereavement Magazine
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