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Mother, I Dont Mind The PainI am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one deeply loved. We come to accept the death and adjust our lives - rather begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Somewhere in the grief process, we make the decision to survive and then we are emotionally enabled to build a different kind of relationship with our deceased loved one. Mother, I Don't Mind The Pain When you died my dearest, blessed mother, The anguish of spirit: so unbearable; Nevertheless, beloved, I need you to know, We knew that one day we would have to part; But we knew our bond was worth the cost, I wouldn't, if I could, give my pain away. So mother, though the pain of grief I endure Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. http://www.clergyservices4u.org She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: A Grief Healing Workbook, will be available soon.
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