Bruce Lee quote
So very true.
WILLpower is Phillipians 4:13!
I can do ALL thing through Christ who strengthens me
What the going gets rough.......SMILE!
Friday, August 31, 2012
People come and go
People come and go
Family members will leave your life because of the trauma involved in dealing with a death.
Be true to yourself. Love yourself. Let them go.
I have lost almost everyone in my life since losing Will. Friends, family and acquaintances are gone.
I will survive and so can you.
Keep your head up.
Lean on God. He will ALWAYS be there for you!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Written about Will
Written about Will
This is what a young girl, Cheyenne French, wrote for her homework.
This is what a young girl, Cheyenne French, wrote for her homework.
Meet My Hero: Will Grason
Will inspires me because he was a good friend everyone love him he helped me be the best soccer player will is the best person
Will inspires me because he was a good friend everyone love him he helped me be the best soccer player will is the best person
Don't Quit
Don't Quit
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
- Author unknown
Mortality
Mortality
You need to go out of your way while grieving to take care of yourself. All kinds of things get pushed to the side while dealing with your grief but don't punish yourself. It is too easy too not eat right. It is too easy to not get off the couch, especially when you are down. It is too east to ignore symptoms of potential health problems.
Don't let it happen to you. I had a pretty good slap in the face recently and now, in retrospect, I realize that I should have known all along. You can not lose focus of what is still important. You have to take care of yourself.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
What is Normal after your child dies?
Original poem by Tara & Heath Carey
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.
Normal is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and other special occasions.
Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything anymore.
Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.
Normal is reliving the evening of Will's death continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.
Normal is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.
Normal is staring at every boy who looks like he is Taylor's age. And then thinking of the age he'd would be now. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.
Normal is every happy event in your life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in your heart.
Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of your "normal."
WOW! That one really hit home!
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your childs's memory and their birthdays and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special Will loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.
Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son, Will Grason.
Normal is making sure that others remember him.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better.
Incredible but so true!
Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. Nothing compares. NOTHING.
Normal is realizing you do cry everyday.
Every day!
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone but someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.
Normal is sitting at the computer while looking at photos and videos while laughing and crying simultaneously.
Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your childs's memory and their birthdays and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.
Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special Will loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.
Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son, Will Grason.
Normal is making sure that others remember him.
Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.
Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better.
Incredible but so true!
Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. Nothing compares. NOTHING.
Normal is realizing you do cry everyday.
Every day!
Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone but someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.
Normal is sitting at the computer while looking at photos and videos while laughing and crying simultaneously.
I added that one....
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God.
"God may have done this because…"
I know, without a doubt that Will is in Heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a fantastic young man was taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving father.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry or if there is any food.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God.
"God may have done this because…"
I know, without a doubt that Will is in Heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a fantastic young man was taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving father.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry or if there is any food.
Check. Check. Check and check.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one child, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that Taylor is dead.
And yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed the dead child.
Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours.
Normal is knowing you will never get over this loss, not in a day nor a million years.
Normal is having therapists agree with you that you will never "really" get over the pain and that there is nothing they can do to help you because they know only bringing back your child back from the dead could possibly make it "better."
Normal is learning to lie to everyone you meet and telling them you are fine. You lie because it makes others uncomfortable if you cry. You've learned it's easier to lie to them then to tell them the truth that you still feel empty and it's probably never going to get any better -- ever.
And last of all...
Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal."
The above poem was originally written by Tara and Heath Carey after they lost their daughters Violet and Iris in 2002 when natural gas caused their apartment to explode. I have taken the liberty to rewrite and change parts of the poem to fit it more to Will's personality. I hope you are able to apply the same techniques to this poem to help you remember your child.
Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one child, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that Taylor is dead.
And yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed the dead child.
Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours.
Normal is knowing you will never get over this loss, not in a day nor a million years.
Normal is having therapists agree with you that you will never "really" get over the pain and that there is nothing they can do to help you because they know only bringing back your child back from the dead could possibly make it "better."
Normal is learning to lie to everyone you meet and telling them you are fine. You lie because it makes others uncomfortable if you cry. You've learned it's easier to lie to them then to tell them the truth that you still feel empty and it's probably never going to get any better -- ever.
And last of all...
Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal."
The above poem was originally written by Tara and Heath Carey after they lost their daughters Violet and Iris in 2002 when natural gas caused their apartment to explode. I have taken the liberty to rewrite and change parts of the poem to fit it more to Will's personality. I hope you are able to apply the same techniques to this poem to help you remember your child.
Friday, August 17, 2012
My Grief Pocket
There is this tiny pocket that holds my grief.
I keep it buried in a place deep inside my brain.
When I grieve I push the feeling away and hide it in my grief pocket.
It is my way to run from those feelings.
In the end there is no way to outrun them.
My grief pocket's zipper just burst.
Will the protector
Will the protector
Looking through some old photos and found this.
He loved Paige more than anyone but his family and would go out of his way to make sure she was ok. I know the he continues to look after her in his own way.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
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