FYODOR

(meaning: A Gift from God)

A short poem by Mr. Jeremy “Bong” Eliab grieving for the loss of his son.
In memory of Fyodor Alec Eliab (2003-2023).

The pain of loss is sharp and deep,
It feels like nothing else can compete.
A heart once whole, now
shattered
and torn,
A life now empty, a loved one gone.
Grief, like an ocean, comes in waves,
Crashing over us with
unstoppable force.
The ache is real, the tears will fall,
The longing for what
was, we cannot ignore.
Memories linger, both sweet and sad,
Reminding us of what we’ve had.
The laughter, love, and precious time,
Now memories left behind.
The journey of grief is never easy,
But it’s one we all must take.
To honor those we’ve lost
along the way,
And find a way to heal each day.
For those we love may be gone,
But their memory will forever live on.
A light that shines from deep within,
Reminding us to keep
moving forward,
even when the world feels dim.
So let the tears flow freely,
And honor the ones we’ve lost.
For in their absence,
we find strength,
And their love will never be forgotten.