It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change. ( and Love)

Lexie: [narrating] Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

Mark: It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life. It's loss. It's change.

Alex: And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

Izzie: That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

Derek: By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Bailey: Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

Owen: So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

Meredith: The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.

Arizona: The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

Callie: And let it go when we can.

Meredith: The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Cristina: And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

Meredith: There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Alex: Denial.

Derek: Anger.

Bailey: Bargaining.

Lexie: Depression.

Richard: Acceptance".

(Grey's Anatomy Insider  Season 6 episode 2. "Goodbye" )


Thanks Mary

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And LOVE...even if it is not unrequited, we grieve. Cause sometimes in our lives even the greatest LOVE ... is not enough.

My last conversation with Love

My last conversation with Love. **

by *Star*

Love came to my bedroom last night and laid down next to me. We remained in silence for hours. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything either. Then, when the night was still dark, and knowing in advance what he was going to ask me I said: - So, what are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come here anymore.

He said: - I miss you. I miss you deeply! You used to care about me. I’m hungry. You haven’t fed me lately and I’m thirsty. Why are you doing this to me? I remember you said that I was the most special Love in your whole life, and that you were going to feed me and give me water every day for ever. So? What happened? Seriously, I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I can’t live like this.

I said: - Yes, I know, and I remember what I said, but I can’t feed you anymore. Neither can I give you water, because you’ll be still hungry but you’ll be alive for a long time and it will be more painful for you and for me. And I know about pain, believe me, and ask my broken heart if you don’t!

- But I will die!! ! You promised many things! You are being cruel! - He said

- I couldn’t be sadder and you know it Love. I am not a woman who leaves Love abandoned. I am not a woman who doesn’t feed and nurture Love. I would give anything for you Love. But I want you to understand that I just can’t, because if I do, you, Love, will live for ever but I will die of sadness and madness.

Love was upset and stood up. Walked around my bed for a while, in silence, and then sat down in the corner of my bedroom. He was crying, just as I was crying. We were running out of tears.

Love was sad. So sad, for him and for me, and he tried to give me hope that 'the one' would come back and then Love could live with us. He tried to convince me that because I thought I had been a good person, and because I loved him so much and cared so much about him, 'the one' would keep me in his heart and he would come back someday. He tried to convince me of many really stupid things, for hours...

I knew Love was saying all those things because he was hungry and thirsty. So I paid little attention to what he was saying. All I said was - No, I won’t feed you. No I won’t give you water.

Just before dawn, and after we had remained in silence for he last hour, he looked at me and said: -Are you sure you want me to die?

I said: - Love, you know I don’t want you to die, but I have to let you die. Because I need to be “alive”. That means that you have to remain in silence for the rest of your life and understand that when the time comes, and you are dying I will not do anything to save you. I’m not pretending that you, Love who knows me the best, will agree or understand this I’m doing, but I’m telling you in advance, so you are warned of what is going to happen to you and how you are going to die.

He said: - But I’m hungry! Please, please, feed me, at least give me a small glass of water! I’m alive now. So alive... please don’t let me die!

I said: - I gotta go to work.

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** I wrote this a while ago. And after all... I can´t say Love *dies* as an animal or a plant or a person ... maybe it was just *transformed*. I do have to say though, that I had to put immense amounts of effort to let it slowly be *transformed* into something different than the profoundest hate. Maybe *that* was my lesson.

Many different ways...cheap *poetry*?

It´s just... a huge universe of *ways*

there are ways to *Love*

there are ways to feel love
there are ways to feel loved
there are ways to give hope
there are ways to be kind
there are ways to fight for something
there are ways to not fight for something
there are ways to overcome obstacles
there are ways to let obstacles win
there are ways to be influenced
there are ways to be happy
there are ways to help
there are ways to give
there are ways to fool
there are ways to dream

there are ways to work

there are ways to create
there are ways to trust
there are ways to adore
there are ways to care
there are ways to open your heart
there are ways to support
there are ways to leave
there are ways to *be inhumane*

there are ways to destroy
there are ways to fake
there are ways to close your heart
there are ways to explain
there are ways to close your mind
there are ways to abandon
there are ways to speak
there are ways to listen
there are ways to promise
there are ways to ignore

there are also ways to *not feel any emotional connection*

there are ways to kill love
there are ways to let love die

there are ways to change your destiny

there are ways to fight your destiny
there are ways to mock
there are ways to turn your back to love

there are ways to lie to yourself

there are ways to lie to others
there are ways to hurt

there are ways to be cruel
there are ways to decieve
there are ways to betray

there are ways to be mean

there are ways to abuse
there are ways to scorn
there are ways to lose

but also...

there are ways to feel the pain

there are ways to face the pain
there are ways to survive in the darkness
there are ways to *see* the stars
there are ways to *read* the stars
there are ways to set revenge aside
there are ways to forgive
there are ways to forget

there are ways to heal the broken heart

there are ways to heal the broken soul
there are ways to love yourself
there are ways to choose
there are moments to choose
there are ways to look at yourself in the mirror
there are ways to live
there are ways to see life
there are ways to be brave
there are ways to find inner strenght
there are ways to find your power
there are ways to trust again
there are ways to learn lessons

there are ways to understand

there are ways to ask for help
there are ways to accept help

there are ways to face *you*
there are ways to want to change

there are ways to change

there are ways to make a change

there are ways to change a life
there are ways to look for the light

there are ways to find the light
there are ways to be grateful
there are ways to acknowledge
there are ways to say thank you
there are ways to receive love
there are ways to accept love

there are ways to give love
there are ways to be blessed
there are ways to walk
there are ways to follow your path
there are ways to be happy

and all those ways

are not

the same each one

might, could, should, did, or do use.

cheap poetry?

maybe...

maybe not.