https://www.usurnsonline.com/grief-loss/collective-grief/ Your memorial, your way, made in the USA. Tue, 24 Sep 2024 20:31:33 +0000 hourly 1 https://www.usurnsonline.com/grief-loss/collective-grief/#comment-283877 Mon, 21 Mar 2022 05:59:16 +0000 https://www.usurnsonline.com/?p=17856#comment-283877 ]]> I try to enjoy society
But can’t and don’t enjoy it as much as I used to.
The world outside seems so uncertain and so unkind.
Hard for me to trust in many of people
Neighbors
Workers of certain agencies
Strangers
I don’t even trust local law enforcement
My mind goes back to a certain place in time.
Like a Cher song
If I can turn back time.
I remember my son Jesse Ryan-Riley Fleck as forever young
Forever Young
Rod Stewart
I don’t have trust in media
Nor medical professionals
I have been
Dumped
Abandoned
Alone
Scared of certain things in life
Scared of neighbors
Many of things frighten me
Such as noise
Loud music
Fights
Guns
Violence
Constant ringing in my ears
Sucks to be me
I never got to say my final goodbyes
Nor do I get to greet my son face to face
Yes it feels like death inside
I don’t find much things amusing any more.
Not much interest
Like all hope is lost.
I keep trying to search for my son in so many faces
I wish that I can hug my son
Shake his hand
High five
Fist bump
Sincerely J
💕💝❤🙏❤💝💕

]]> https://www.usurnsonline.com/grief-loss/collective-grief/#comment-286551 Mon, 21 Mar 2022 05:59:16 +0000 https://www.usurnsonline.com/?p=17856#comment-286551 ]]> I try to enjoy society
But can’t and don’t enjoy it as much as I used to.
The world outside seems so uncertain and so unkind.
Hard for me to trust in many of people
Neighbors
Workers of certain agencies
Strangers
I don’t even trust local law enforcement
My mind goes back to a certain place in time.
Like a Cher song
If I can turn back time.
I remember my son Jesse Ryan-Riley Fleck as forever young
Forever Young
Rod Stewart
I don’t have trust in media
Nor medical professionals
I have been
Dumped
Abandoned
Alone
Scared of certain things in life
Scared of neighbors
Many of things frighten me
Such as noise
Loud music
Fights
Guns
Violence
Constant ringing in my ears
Sucks to be me
I never got to say my final goodbyes
Nor do I get to greet my son face to face
Yes it feels like death inside
I don’t find much things amusing any more.
Not much interest
Like all hope is lost.
I keep trying to search for my son in so many faces
I wish that I can hug my son
Shake his hand
High five
Fist bump
Sincerely J
💕💝❤🙏❤💝💕

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