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{ Day 16 } 31 Tricks to Scare Away the Grief Monster – CHERISH

Just over the halfway mark of 31 Tricks. Whew! It is a tough series to write because the words don’t come easy.

Those of a certain age will think of the following video when reading the word “Cherish.”

I watched the video and lip synched every word.

Cherished Memories

You will cherish the memories of you and your husband in a deep heartfelt way after his passing. You will care for them with love and affection just as if you were caring for a child, because in a way they are your child.

Focus only on the good memories and forget the bad ones. It is not wise to speak or remember ill of those who are now live in heaven.

Speaking ill of the dead says more about you than it does about the dead. 

Your spouse has nothing but perfect love and joy for you. So develop perfect love and joy for your husband. Once you do this you will see a lot of steam coming out of the grief monster’s ears.

Better After Death

Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s famous poem How Do I Love Thee? ends with the line

and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. 

Remembering only the good, is loving your spouse “better after death.”

And God chooses you to do this not only for your spouse but other’s living and dead as well.

Sunset Sonnet

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Poem courtesy of Poets.org

10-10-2011_3by5Michele Kearns is the founder and HUG© (Hope Unites Globally) Award-Winner of JoyReturns. She encourages widows and educates society about grief and life as a widow by sharing her widowhood adventures. A graduate of Kent State University with a degree in communications, she has used her skills in the banking, collections, outdoor products and social media industries. Michele is a bookworm, lover of golden retrievers and an amateur photographer. You can see more of photography at OgleOhio.com, where she is running the series 31 Days of Autumn in Ohio – because running a 31 Day series on one blog is not enough insanity. 
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The Poetry Lesson I Learned From Joe’s Passing

I love poetry and once Joe passed I finally understood a poem I read numerous times during high school.

It is a classic.

“Sonnets from the Portuguese”      

XLIII. “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

During high school I would read it and think “That’s nice.”  Then the poem got put on the back burner and real life took over.  Rarely thought about it as I went through life, except maybe if it was an answer on Jeopardy.

Now I get it. I understand and agree with it.

Hopefully you “get it” and live out the love Elizabeth felt when she wrote this poem before the one you love, “to the depth and breadth and height” your soul can reach, moves to heaven.

Coming Next Week:  How 5 Years of  Widowhood Have Changed Me.

Poems For Lovers

Lover’s doesn’t that describe us all?   We might not be in a romantic relationship but we still can be lovers.  Lovers of life and all the beauty it holds.

What better way to celebrate Valentines Day, than with poems from the first couple of love – Robert and Elizabeth

Love in a Life                                                                                                                                        

by Robert Browning

Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her,

Next time, herself!—not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch’s perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew,—

Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.

 

Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune—

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares?

But ’tis twilight, you see,—with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!         

How Do I Love Thee?

(Sonnet 43)                                                                                            

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.