Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends.
Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly!
Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength!
Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
If your own heart is broken beyond belief, if you have lost someone dear to you
to a heart attack, accident, stillbirth, or cancer, and it has thrown your life into the hamper,
allow those who love to come and care for you. Do not look away.
She says suffering proves the depth of my love. I tell her to “Stuff it. I don’t need to prove anything to you!” She whacks me in the head. I call her names, she calls me worse. I apologize. It’s this way with us. But I could use less drama.