she was a sunflower
turned her back to below zero
gave her all to the sun
whenever she bloomed
she radiated life and enthusiasm
today
the relentless frost
finally defeated her
a scrunched up sunflower
hung by a noose
her spirit was crushed
with no mercy
– In loving memory of A who lost her fight with PTSD on 25 October 2019
(Two Sunflowers – Painting by Van Gogh 1887)
Flicker of Thoughts 
That’s beautiful Cassa Bassa.
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Thank you. I feel it is how i feel right now being so raw and in shock.
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I’m sorry for your loss.
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Thank you River, it means a lot.
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You’re welcome.
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So very sad, and a loving tribute to a life that once was. ❤
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Yes, i passed the shock stage and realising she has gone, i don’t know how long this process lasts, just giving it time.
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I guess it’s different for everyone, but for me, the pain just gets a little blunted and the memory always remains.
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Hugs!
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