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Past Essays & Poems
- Is My Child Grieving
- He is Gone
- Message for the Week: Getting through the first year of grieving
- This I Believe
- Choice of Words and Words of Choice
- Our Choice
- Support Groups of Belonging: A Survivor’s Experience in Healing
- Pitfalls of the Healing Process
- I Wish I Didn't Know Now What I Didn't Know Then
- CAUTION: NO LIFEGARD ON DUTY
- The Dividing Line: Reflections on Living Beyond Suicide Loss
- Was it a Dream?
- Life Without A Mother
- Today is Not Easy
- If This Helps...
- Beatitudes for Survivors of Suicide
He is Gone
Written and read by Mark Winston:
Sussex, England, at the memorial for
his father, Malcolm Winston.
With permission.
You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he's gone,
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back;
Or you can do what he'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
Reprinted from NEWSlink, Vol.34, No. 4, Winter 2007.


