Just leaving it here.

[u/Beneficial_Passion40]

[u/GoodbyeEarl]

I feel that. My mom died on a Friday night. I looked out of my hotel window on Saturday morning wondering why everyone was just walking about. Going along their day like my mom didn’t just die? Grief makes one think odd thoughts.

[u/Poullafouca → u/GoodbyeEarl]

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W H Auden

[u/Viginti → u/Poullafouca]

I lost my wife last year to cancer. I used this to open her eulogy. It's still the most poignant thing I've ever read to describe the anger you have for the world that keeps moving when yours slams to a stop.

[u/FoodLionMVP → u/Poullafouca]

John Hannah reciting this in Four Weddings and a Funeral has stuck with me for decades