It’s as if there are emotional holes in me.

They appear every time a loved one dies.

I suppose eventually there will be so many holes in me.

That I will disappear and that will be the end of me.

If I am one of your loved ones perhaps I’ll leave a hole in you.

We carry on – no physical sign to show the pain that we have gained.

It isn’t unbearable but very undesirable. No more please no more!

Let’s have a rest from all this grief recover and renew.

We carry on and hide the scars that life has bequeathed us.

Eventually we will probably find that sorrow is behind us.

We will learn to laugh again be happy and move on.

We will not forget those that can no longer move on.

We will remember with affection the ones we left behind.

While we progress along the path to meet them all again.