Grief has been my oldest pal or should I say the ghosts of grief could never leave me. It is one emotion that can never be suppressed. I’ve always poured it into my poetry. So, when I saw Kaye’s book that talks about personal grief, my ghosts of grief resurfaced to speak to me. I could deal with them within one day, could write two poems and finish reading this new release of my blogger buddy within a day. I could feel her words.
My Review:
A journey through grief is a torture that can never be explained yet Kaye gathers the strength to talk about it, as it is cathartic; it provides inner strength and gives a reassurance that grief may be personal but not individualistic. Grief changes us, it alters our life and we wonder where are the friends and family who disappear after the funeral. It is a deserted path and we have to traverse it alone. “Grief never leaves, it just finds its way into a comfortable spot within.” I could relate to these words of the author. We have to learn to live with it.
In this book, Kaye calls grief “a disease” and urges grievers to pay attention to their health. They should get out and go for a walk, talk to people, as human connection at such a time is extremely important. We may be sad and unmotivated, but we have to take up some activity to get out of the darkness, and find a new way of living. Another meaningful advice is that It is better to face the grief demons than become susceptible to addiction of any sort.
Real Stages of Grief may be different for each griever; we may seek a comforting hand, but solace eventually comes from within. “It is not words we need in our hours of grief; it’s an ear and hugs,” says Kaye. However, she warns against scammers and lurkers who want to be friends with you. “Beware of sob stories from those seeking financial gain.” Many more significant aspects of grief, and ways of emerging from those dark alleys have been shared in this book. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
HAPPY READING!
A Haibun
Perennial Pain
It’s the third Diwali without you. Darkness still surrounds me. Frozen heart refuses to accept logic; numb eyes return to the door again. I know you are not here but I don’t want to light any diyas or any electric lights. Diwali wishes sound like a slap in the face. Do you remember my enthusiasm for burning crackers and eating sweets the whole day? I don’t want to buy any now. I just soak in the mist of those memories. I have no nepenthe, but darkness gives more solace than the artificial lights.
festive occasions –
a yawning rumbling thunder
perennial pain.
© Balroop Singh
Thank you.
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Emotional Shadows 
That last line — “a yawning rumbling thunder” — feels especially haunting to me, Balroop.
The quiet power of this haibun really lingers with me.
~David
Thank you David.
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“I just soak in the mist of those memories” and those memories are so precious Balroop.
Thank you for sharing your review of Kaye’s book 🤗
I agree, Maggie. Thanks for your lovely support.
You are most welcome Balroop.🙏
((( ❤ )))
Thank you Annette.
Yes alas widowhood is a big club. We have a ready made support, but still have to go home to an empty house. Sound advice from Debby to get out and face the new life we have to accept.
Yes, Deb’s tips to live with grief are worth considering. Thanks for your support, Janet.
You are welcome Balroop.
Deep and poignant poem dear Balroop
Thank you Kamal.
Sending you hugs, Balroop. Festivals are no longer the same after such a loss.
So true! Thank you Punam.
You are welcome.
What a thoughtful review of Debby’s book, Balroop. It sounds like an insightful read on grief, the different stages of it , how it impacts us and our relationship with it. It can be so hard to move on having faced grief, nothing is the same again. I think over time it gives us a different perspective of things and the world around us. Many hugs to you, Balroop. Sending you much love across the miles ❤️
Thanks for trying to understand what Deb has shared in this book, Mabel. It’s nice to see you. 🤗
Always nice to see you Balroop. And I always love reading your thoughts, always insightful 😊
Hi Balroop. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review my book. No doubts my words resonated with your own loss. Your review encompassed the book beautifully. And your two poems were the perfect additions. Your Perennial poem brought a tear. Big hugs my friend and thank you. 💜
Love and hugs dear friend. 🥰
Thank you again from the heart Balroop. xx
I fully understand how this book braught your ghosts of greif up. I too, have lost many in my life. Poetry always seems to help and your poetry is amazing. Wonderful review.
Thank you so much Brenda, for swinging by to read.
Thank you for your beautiful review of Debby’s book, Balroop. I feel your pain and Debby’s just from reading this post. This line resonates, “Grief never leaves, it just finds its way into a comfortable spot within.” And your haibun stirred by emotions. ❤️
Thank you so much for your support, Lauren.
You’re welcome, Balroop. ❤️
Welcome dear Balroop.
The rain is ghosting the windows as October days slide into November, your words pierce the cozy darkness reminding me of the missing from my world. And yes, your review of Debby’s book is beautiful, Balroop!
Thank you for sharing this thoughtful review, Balroop! You have the perfect understanding of what Debby went through. I appreciate Debby’s sharing of her grief but in her book, she also shared some encouragement and even warning.
Thanks for swinging by to support Deb, Miriam.
My pleasure, Balroop.
This is a moving post, Balroop. Your experience with grief, expressed through your poetry, only enhances your review of Debby’s book. It’s coming up on my kindle next. I can imagine that it was relatable as well as triggering. Be well, my friend. Hugs.
Thank you for your support, Diana. 🤗
My mom never got over my brother’s death, and I believe it killed her.
I am familiar with that situation, Dawn.