Monthly Archives: July 2012

~ If You Pray ~

Calm as the water,
As hazy as the skies,
As breathless as what’s right before your eyes.
Soft as it’s touch, upon your heart,
A memory that follows you into the dark.
Sweeps through the breeze, swift and quiet.
Gently it laps, and you won’t deny it.
As alive as your spirit, shhh, can you hear it?
It’s the subtle echo of life, beating like your heartbeat.
Repetitively and gently, through the souls of your feet.
It’s not running nor moving, it’s home’s in the spaces.
The places of a past, a painter’s hands traces.
Can you sense that it’s there, when your lost in despair?
Just breathe in and out, and you find it if you dare.
Don’t be afraid, its whispers are of love.
Find it in yourself and it will be enough.
Satisfying and fulfilling, it’s always around.
Feel it in motion to your palms on the ground.
Don’t try to hold on, afraid it will go away.
Love will never leave you… If you pray.

Everything will be okay. I miss you. Love Jessica

Submited by Barbara Wolfe, authors Mom

A Mother and Son

I know you miss me deeply and you love me so.
I can see your heart is hurting for I can feel your soul.
It's been a while since you've seen me, but I've never left your side.
I have been with you always, morning, noon and night.
As I am brushing your tears from your face,
you are being filled with God's compassion and loving Grace.
There are no accidents, Mom; it was my time to go.
It's hard to understand, but you really must know.
You are such a great mom; I just want you to know,
we will always be connected, I do love you so.
Please get on with your journey, so I can continue mine.
I love you, mom, and always will, until the end of time.

Author Unknown
Submited by Terri Dodge

I Measure Grief

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size. I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

By: Emily Dickinson


If I should die and leave you here awhile,
Be not like others, sore undone, who keep
Long vigil by the silent dust and weep.
For my sake turn to life and smile,
Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine,
And I, perchance, may therein comfort you.

~Mary Lee Hill


It hurts,
Clear to the bone.
It’s like a dagger in your heart.
It colors the whole world with shadows;
And tones of gray. It preys on you…
Like a vicious animal that slashes and runs,
Leaving you bleeding and in pain from the shock.
Not just once, but over and over.
You find yourself watching and listening for it to come back,
Hoping it won’t, but knowing it will.
Suddenly, it’s there again, taking your breath away.
As it claws at your heart,
It will try to take your life away too.
The one you loved is gone and
There is nothing you can do,
But pray for peace,
And strength,
To endure.

Jeri Gregg Nov. 23, 2010

GRASP support group brings healing

Date: June 19, 2012
Written by: Susan Bloom
Source: Asbury Park Press

For Abby Boxman, July 13, 2011, is a day that forever will be inscribed on her heart.

For Abby Boxman, July 13, 2011, is a day that forever will be inscribed on her heart.

It was the day police visited her Howell home with the news that her 21-year-old son, Justin, had been found dead of a drug overdose.

Though the Boxman family was no stranger to Justin’s struggles with substance abuse, the news rocked Boxman, her husband, Jon, and sons Danny, 23, and Andrew, 18, as only the death of a child and the loss of a devoted brother can.

“My whole life changed in an instant,” said Boxman, 47.

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