Compare And Contrast In Loving Memory Of William And Bina Irvin

Another reason I liked this poem was because i could relate to it. Though no one very close to me has passed, I have had very important people leave. I can identify the emotions described in the poem, and feel them myself when I think of the people who have left, like my mom. She left a while ago, but I

When a loved when is gone it feels like a hole in the world. With much grief he says, “Never again will anyone inhabit the world the way he did. Questions I have can never now get answers. The world is emptier. My son is gone. Only a hole remains, Avoid, a gap, never to be filled”(33). This phrase describes his emotions and how he views the world without his son. The author gives advice on what to say to someone who is mourning. He says to never say its Ok because its never okay and death is awful. “ What I need to hear from you is that you recognize how painful it is. I need to hear from you that you are with me in my desperation” (34). When some passes away no one really knows what his or her loved ones are feeling because each death is unique and each person is different. The wisest of words don’t even make the pain go away, and all that can be done is lending an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on.

Yet, she still didn’t complain. She knew her life was in God’s hands, that through her struggle He could bring good. And that’s exactly what He did, many were saved at her beautiful funeral because of her. I’m sure that made her smile in heaven. In the ninth stanza, it says “ And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears, And he smoothed the furrows from her face, And the angels sang a little song, And Jesus rocked her in his arms, And kept a-saying: Take your rest, Take your rest.” This is probably one of the most comforting things to hear right now. She had died peacefully in her sleep and then she had awoken in Jesus’ arms in heaven. Her death was a slap in the face to all of us since she had been doing so well. But I think God gives us that time to see the people we love, who are suffering, happy and more like themselves so we can say our goodbyes. He gives us those last memories of them as happy ones. And as the first and last stanzas say, “Weep not--weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.” I know I’ve done my fair share of weeping, and I know I still will in the future, it hurt tremendously to lose someone who was like a second mom to

Most people live in houses with a strong family. Most people live in a house with a rotary dial. Most people ride down the streets in their colorful vintage cars. But me, Jenn Johnson, I live on a large old red farm with my mother, chicken and cows, that I like to call my fellow friends. I wake up in the morning, feed the chicken and cows, and yodel my favorite lullabies, such as “Baby Mine” by Bette Midler. I love many things, but there is nothing I cherish more than my mother. My mother and I keep each other stable with food, and clothes, since my father, Keith, passed away from an illness. I will always remember the gleam in his eyes, his strong scent of cigarettes, and of course his sense of humor. He would do funny dances, dress up

I never thought the day would come, the day I would lose someone so important to me, my grandma. My grandma was the best grandmother ever, she was caring and loved all of her children and her grandchildren. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross has her five stages of grieving that I had went through after my grandma had passed. In the book of poems What Have You Lost, Naomi Shihab Nye selected various categories of poems. The two poems I have selected have to do with the loss of a grandmother. These poems, “Tutu on the Curb” and “Where on this Earth” have different views on the loss of loved ones.

Grandpa’s cancer had gotten so bad that the entire family had gathered around him. Alone, I was sent for help. I was only fourteen and I remember thinking to myself, “God please don’t take him before I get to say goodbye!” I was running so quickly and it was so dark that I tripped and barely caught my balance. Even though we hurried back, he was gone. It was the worst thing that could have happened to me. All I remember is dropping to the ground in a puddle of tears; I didn’t think God would just take him from us like that. I didn’t even get to say goodbye or that I loved him. It was so unfair. He was gone from our lives, but not our hearts. Even so, I felt as though I failed because we didn’t make it back in time.

The words are sentimental and filled with longing to be able to be with that person again. Again, the strength here is empathy and touching on a consequence of losing a loved one which every human can relate to.

“At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life,” Sandi Lynn. The fear of losing a loved one is one of the worst things in life, and no matter how hard you try to get over it or how hard you fight against it, when the time comes, you are never going to be ready. I realized that when my grandfather died; too young to understand what death was, but old enough to experience the pain. Not only he died, also part of me did. “I will always be by your side, my little princess,” were the words that came to my mind as I walk down to where we would meet. I smiled, as I remembered how much fun we always had”

My eyes shut peacefully every night to the sweet hum of my mother’s voice. I was genuinely blessed to have both my parents tuck me in at night when I was an infant. “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel Kamakawiwo’Ole was blissfully murmured into my ears until the age of four. Hope was something my mother always prayed for, and with this tune, she could sing for it too. My mother, having severe Crohn’s disease, struggled with everyday tasks along with taking care of me and my four other siblings. Hope was vital in a sizable family like this and a sick mother like mine. I gained my strength from her as she reminded me even on the darkest of days there is hope. I only grew up with two out of the four siblings my parents raised; The other two being my half siblings. We grew up in a courageous and content family that always pursued hope; Even in the worst of times.

“Have a good day at school Lili,” my mom said to me as I was running out the door to catch the bus. I had barely caught the bus to go to school. When I got to school I had knew that my grandma was going to Heaven today, even though my parents did not tell me that I just knew she was because of how bad she was doing with her stage 4 cancer. I could barely focus at school because I was just waiting to know what had happened even if she had passed away, because I knew when she passed away she would be in a much better place than here on Earth where she was in pain but when she is in Heaven she will have know pain and know cancer.

I had always thought I’d be hearing the news from her telling me that God had answered our prayers. Although God did answer our prayers, he took what I loved the most. He had took what kept me going and believing. Now, I’m passed those times where I blamed God, because I know Momma had done what she was put on this Earth for. Sure, it still hurts, and it always will and I know that, but I know God gained another sweet angel.

I can easily relate to these lines because it does seem like the world stops completely when a loved one is lost. Auden also writes, “He was my North, my South, my East and West/My working week and my Sunday rest” (9-10). It is apparent that the person he has lost is everything to him and losing him is a very hard thing to experience. I can still remember feeling a similar way when I lost a close family member. It seems hard to get on with life and try to move on when such a large part of life is taken away, and this is exactly the mourning portrayed as Auden writes about the devastation and confusion of coming to terms with the fact that his loved one is actually gone.

I have never wielded as much sorrow as I did that day. The stench of dried, salty tears thronged the room as her funeral beckoned the sadness that reached for my heart. I could hear the soul of everyone she was ever close to. My great grandmother was the beginning of this very family. My family. What is depressing most, is that she passed away 2 weeks before Christmas, the holiday that celebrates the person she idolized most…

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly.

All in all it is a beautiful poem which has touched my heart and to the people who I’ve shown it to in my family, it subtly describes the pain of losing a loved one and it brings back sad and horrifying memories.