Missing You Grief Quotes Novels & Stories

“Kaya galit na galit ako sa kamatayan ngayon eh. Tignan mo naman kung ano ang nagiging resulta nito sa atin.” “Pero sana ay mawala rin ‘yan balang araw Nico.” “No. I wish it for both of us. Why are you not including yourself? You must.” Matunong siyang ngumiti bago tumingin sa kawalan. “I hope all of us who got left behind and were hurt by his sudden death will be healed someday.” “Sana nga.” Niyakap niya ang mga tuhod niya bago dahan-dahang ipinatong ang sentido niya sa balikat ko.

Naisip ko na baka ako ang naligtas dahil may Travis na maiiwan at ako ang kailangan magalaga sa kanya pero hindi ko pa rin maiwasan sisihin ang sarili ko, hindi ko lang sinasabi kay Clarisse, Patrick at Diane. I can carry their losses everyday, I can hold space for the memories of Teron, Tim and Bliss that once we had and shared. But I can’t let myself be defined by that grief. Mahirap kung tuluyan akong magpapalamon sa lungkot, may naghihintay sa akin, si Travis.

she won’t trust me ever again. ** “That’s it.” I didn’t notice that tears are keep on falling down my cheeks again, it seems like I can make a pile full of tears. My stomach sank. Heart clenched. I cried silently while we’re in front of my brother’s grave, sitting beside each other while talking about that night when he went missing, the night that changed everything. “I’m so—” “You’re sorry. I know that, Vaine,” he gave me a small smile. I don’t know how it sounds like. Mahina lang iyon, sapat lang para marinig ko. Hindi ko alam kung tunog ba iyon ng pagod na kakarinig ng sorry ko o kung ano pa.

Hayaan mo sana akong ilabas ang lahat ng sakit na nararamdaman ko sa sulat. I miss you! -Jack Ipinikit ko na lamang ang mga mata ko at dinama ang hanging dumadampi sa mukha ko. Pakiramdam ko napakadaya ng mundo sa akin! Lahat ng taong mahal ko nawawala and there is nothing left for me to do but to cry.

I said weakly. No one spoke. Mom walked towards my bed. She was silently crying. "I miss her..." I whispered. "I miss my wife, Mom." Lumakas ang iyak ni Mommy. She kissed my hand. "I left her begging me to s-stay. I left her... in the rain so she won't see me dying..." My tears were streaming as I speak. "I don't want her to live in misery, with the memory of me dying right in front of her... and hunting her. She loves me, Mom," My voice was so weak that I don't even know if they can still hear me. "And I love her... so much than what she can imagine."

It's either I am too hard to understand or he is too dumb to be able to do so, whatever. Pumasok ako sa kuwarto ko at naisipang basahing muli ang conversation namin ni mommy sa I*******m. Every now and then, she keeps on visiting me on my memory. I am closing my eyes every time that I think, see, smell, hear, or feel something that reminds me of her because I just couldn't accept it. However, I cannot runaway from the loss. The aftermath of her death is almost unbearable, it's not a sin to escape. No one is immune to the ravages of it, grief will always overpower.

"Kuya, i miss you. Kuya. I... i really miss you..." Parang may nabasag na kung ano sa dibdib ko habang nakikitang umiiyak si Ross. The intensity of his grief resonated, and I found myself a silent observer to the raw vulnerability of a soul baring its deepest sorrows. I can see that he really miss his brother. The pain hits different when you're missing someone in heaven but they will never comeback and can't do anything about it but miss them. You can't call them, you just have to cry out and hope they hear you. Iyon ang nakikita ko ngayon kay Ross.

I whispered, my voice hoarse with unshed tears. I stood there, staring at the inscription, my mind a jumbled mess of grief and guilt. I should have been beside her sooner. I should have been beside her every day, holding her hand, telling her how much I loved her. But I was lost in my own world, oblivious to the pain she must have felt in her final days. I turned away, my eyes searching the horizon, as if looking for someone who was no longer there. The sun, a pale disc behind the clouds, cast long shadows across the cemetery, making the world feel even more desolate.

FIFTY NINE ONCE UPON A PAIN ELLYA‘S POV Losing someone without a valid reason. Is something that no one can explain. It is not tolerable. It can give you an excruciating pain that no one deserves. The hard part is, someone is out there living their best life while we are grieving. Someone wanted to ruin us. For God's sake. Gusto lang ng kapayapaan ng pamilya namin after all these years. Then there are people. That one person who wanted us to get killed.

Parang may gustong lumabas sa bibig nya, pero tinago nya lang ulit. So I said, “I used to think grief was loud.” He turned his head slightly. “And now?” “It’s not. Tahimik lang siya. Parang ganito. Nasa pagitan ng mga salita na hindi mo na sinasabi.” “You talk about it like it’s still happening,” he said while looking straight into my eyes. “Because it is.” “Your grandmother.” “Yeah.” “She was important to you.” “She was everything.” He nodded once. “Then you’re lucky.”