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Nice Cover but content is not for the grieving husband., August 20, 1998
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This review is from: The Death of a Wife: Reflections for a Grieving Husband (Paperback)
This book trys to convey what grief is like through metaphors. I'm sorry my wife dieing is not the same as Bob's mother throwing away his old clothes and getting him new ones. Nor is it like drops of water being afraid to go over a water falls. Mr. Vogt turns to religion . I've read most of the book and his wife is not mentioned in it. He calls her"something".
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One glimpse at the grief of losing a wife, December 22, 2003
This review is from: The Death of a Wife: Reflections for a Grieving Husband (Paperback)
After I lost my wife, this book was one of the more helpful ones for me in dealing with my grief. Most books try to tell you how you should feel, or how you should feel ok about feeling. Whatever. This author never claims to have any clue about how the reader might be feeling. He just pours his own emotions onto the page - in poems, metaphors, however he can manage to express himself at the moment. For me, this was much more useful that the more directed help books. My emotions were often different than Robert's, but reading about his struggle made me feel less alone in my own.
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Grief, May 22, 2009
This review is from: The Death of a Wife: Reflections for a Grieving Husband (Paperback)
Grief
by Jerry Fagnani
I write for those
Who dwell in sacred hush,
Kneeling on altars
Of their own exile;
Those who weep
For the wildness in a gentle heart,
And sing a song of longing
For sun dappled paths of light.
I sing for those
Flying further than any dream can reach,
Knowing that the rivers remember
As do the desecrated shadows in the dark;
Forlorn brothers, who,
With wings of ancient wrath,
Ride the raging storms of night
With a love that can't forget.
I walk with those
Who embrace their ravages,
And listen to the wind
For a message from the seasons;
Souls on a withered landscape
And its long, long season of silence;
Except for their hearts
Which gently moan.
A Kinder Bright: Poems of Praise and Remembrance
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