Loss affects everyone at one time or another, under different
circumstances.
We all grieve in ways known only to each individual, there
are no right or wrong ways of doing it.
People process loss according to how they were taught when
younger, or how they observed others grieving throughout
their own lives.
As long as the grief is there, go through it's experience,
there are seven stages of it, we experience them in different
orders sometimes repeating some of them.
In the end nothing is set in stone, approximate times are
often between the loss and two years, before being able to
begin living with a new normalcy in life.
One thing loss does to everyone is change them somehow within,
once experienced, great loss will have a definite effect and
a person will be permanently changed within.
There is no explanation for it, that is just what happens to
people after going through loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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