A number of survivors also showed signs of "traumatic mourning," painfully worsened by the burden of having to organize the sending (repatriation) of their deceased loved ones' remains back to their homeland. The "native" psychologist ... N Kendil - 《Sante Mentale Au Quebec》 被引量: 0发...
Dwarves in Dwarf Fortress grieve for deceased loved ones. The dollhouse-like play of Daniel Benmergui’s “Storyteller” plucks at deeply-ingrained human tendencies toward narrative reasoning. When simulated people are something besides sources or targets of damage, you can’t help but think in term...
Dwarves in Dwarf Fortress grieve for deceased loved ones. The dollhouse-like play of Daniel Benmergui’s “Storyteller” plucks at deeply-ingrained human tendencies toward narrative reasoning. When simulated people are something besides sources or targets of damage, you can’t help but think in term...
The deceased was a classmate of my grandson and used to visit our home off and on. I have been thinking about his parents' plight since then. Your poem, "I Love You, Son," helped me to empathize with them. It also helped me to de-stress myself a bit. Thank you very much. ...
Medusa was born in Ancient Greece, on October 31, 2111 B.C to Phorcys and Ceto. She graduated from Freaky Figurines High School, and received a degree in Awkward Effigy from Deceased Modeling of Greece University. Medusa is still drooling over the Sea God Poseidon (who she has no chance...
I wrote this poem in memory of my grandpa who passed away 9 years ago this month. It's not the original poem I edited a little bit to make it look nicer. I know he's rejoicing with my grandma along with other deceased loved ones.
What are they busy with and why is that more important than paying their respects to a deceased couple? Stanza Eight all by all and deep by deep (…) wish by spirit and if by yes. The eighth stanza is the second to last of this dark and complex narrative. Dirt falls, “all by ...
- Poem - Heart Broken - Life again has brought me to the door That opens to the fear I’ve felt before The pain that stays so deep inside No longer has a place to hide. - - It haunts my every breath and thought My heart is broken, and feeling wrought Ove
The sense of the sonnet and the cycle as a whole, as a memorial to his deceased wife, is also implied I think. Although the poem was written before his wife’s death, the fact of its having been buried with his wife’s remains for seven years lends a much more gothic (if ...
– Your crystal tower is a fragile thing. It’s an illusion of your mind. But it gave you recluse from a world Where the Ideal was hard to find. – – Your Ideals are flowers of inner self, A gentle heart that craved to give. ...