Once
upon a time: I was transported back in time to a land where I was a stranger in. Every thing was different. At first everything
around me was changing very fast. People were walking around very fast,but I was moving very slow. It seemed that time had
stopped. People seem to know what they were doing in this new land. I didn’t understand what they were saying
or doing. They all seemed to know me,but they were different than me. They all had someone that loved them. I felt very alone,and
sad yet everyone was trying to cheer me. People said they understand that I was new to this land. They all seemed to understand
that I had lost my love one,but they really didn't have any idea how I felt. They all seemed to be going too fast for
me to understand anything they were saying to me. They all seemed to understand me,but they didn’t know what I was feeling.
Everyone had an answer for me to make me happy again. People were trying to help me find my home. Where was I? Where was I?
I didn't know. I keep asking myself this question. Everything was so different in this new land. How was I to cope
with all these changes all at once? Part of myself was lost for ever. You feel like a half a person in this strange land called
oz..
I thought I new most of the people,but I felt very alone for the first time my
life. I was looking for a way back home,but everyone was saying I was home. Everyone was now different they acted different
towards me. I wandered around for many weeks to see if I could find a way to get home. I keep thinking that if I am home why
is every thing so different. From time to time I was angry,and sad,because people in this new land didn’t know what
I was feeling. I would think about the old land and cry from time to time. The old land was beauitful with,Lakes,and Moutains.
My love one was there to make me happy. Now I am left all alone to find my way home.
Why was
I here all alone In this new land? Also I felt that if I keep very busy looking for the way home I will find it. If,I learn
a lot of new things that will be the way to get home,but it was only a part of the way to get home. If,I learned there language
and customs would this be the way home? I meet a person along the way who said all I have to do is use my brains to find my
way home. I meet a friend who told me that my heart would heal in time,and then I would find my way home. I have a friend
who said I needed more courage then I would find my way home. None of these people understood what I was feeling. Everyone
had a time table for how long I should grief,but none understand me. I thought that this is like a bad dream,but you don't
wake up. The nights are the most painful,and you are all alone. You are left with your thoughts,both good and bad.
Then, I meet a group of people that were lost
like me. These people were like me,and they were looking for a way home. We all felted all alone in this new strange land.
Together we understand our feelings. We helped one another understand our feelings. We shared our feelings of sorrow and lost.
We shared our feelings of anger and pain. We talked about how we miss the sounds of our love one,and the things we once did
together. We discovered how to do many of the things that we have never done before. Together we learned that we had to use
our brains,heart,and use our courage to find our way home. It is not easy to understand all these feelings,but it is the way
home.
After a while
I began to feel more at home in this new land. Then people started acting differently towards me. I began to learn there language,and
there customs. Slowly I became much less lonely,and started to feel more conformable. I started to make new friends,but were
they new friends? They were not new friends, but I was different. Now I think about the old land that I used to live in,and
I don't feel as lonely anymore. I still keep busy,but now its for me,and not to find my way home.
As If, like magic I started to meet many new people in this new land. I felled good about myself. Also I began to
enjoy the beauty of this land that I found myself in. I think of the old land that I used to live in from time to time,but
now with good feelings. It was once a wonderful life with lots of good memories. In this new land called oz. there will be
new adventures that will make me me. There will also be new memories that will make me me. For life is what you make it. Only
you can make it a good one. So make it a good one,because we never can really go back in time.
The journey to recovery is different for everyone.
So keep looking for your home. Remember part of you will always be in your old home. One of the stupid statements is that
time heals all wounds. Let me tell you time for me just makes life a lot less painful. The lose will always be there,but time
will make life a lot more fun. You will never forget,but now you have to go on for you in this new land called oz. That's
the way it should be in this new land called oz. This is the way your loved one would have wanted it. Love life,and it will
love you back.
I hope this little
story will help all those people that have experienced grief by loosing a loved one.
by Crazy Pete
