hiya guys, been a while i must blog more often i do enjoy just getting my butt on the pc not happning lot these days. thank god for 2 weeks off work!!!
anyway i wanted to share a poem with you all, its really helped me latley, I lost my big sister 3 years ago in juna and have been having some coucilling to help with the grief.
My councillor read this to me and it helped so much here it goes...........
THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
By Terry Kettering
There’s an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting,
so it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with,
“How are you?” and, “I’m fine,”
and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather;
we talk about work;
we talk about everything else—
except the elephant in the room.
There’s an elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant
as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all, but we do not talk about
the elephant in the room.
Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say “Gail” again.
Oh, please, let’s talk about
the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about her death,
perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say, “Gail” to you
and not have you look away?
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me alone
in a room—with an elephant.
anyway i wanted to share a poem with you all, its really helped me latley, I lost my big sister 3 years ago in juna and have been having some coucilling to help with the grief.
My councillor read this to me and it helped so much here it goes...........
THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
By Terry Kettering
There’s an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting,
so it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with,
“How are you?” and, “I’m fine,”
and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather;
we talk about work;
we talk about everything else—
except the elephant in the room.
There’s an elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant
as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all, but we do not talk about
the elephant in the room.
Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say “Gail” again.
Oh, please, let’s talk about
the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about her death,
perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say, “Gail” to you
and not have you look away?
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me alone
in a room—with an elephant.
