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Professor Green and a sharing of grief

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When Professor Green's emotional new single was released, we asked people to share photos of people who have passed away. It sparked a remarkable outpouring of grief and love...

When Professor Green released an incredible single called ‘Photographs’ about the loss of loved ones with the lyric, “Wish that I took more photographs of us.,” and featuring an image on the cover of him with his Dad, and we thought we’d ask people to post their own pictures of them with lost loved ones.

The response was a heartbreaking series of posts in which people shared pictures and stories about the lost but not forgotten, which Stephen reposted until it took on a life of its own over the weekend.

We have collected a selection of them for this story, which need no further comment from us, except to say this sharing of grief does help, it helps others to remember and speak about the trauma that occurs when someone close passes away.

It finishes with Stephen sharing a picture of him with his nan. There are many more posts here, sorry we couldn’t include everyone in this round-up  x

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This is me and my Mum in the beginning. Down at her late Mum's house, my Granny Olive from Shetland. My Dad told her he had the snip and she was lying, couldn't be his and so she kept me and had me by herself. She also had my brother Michael. He was my best friend till girlfriend's age lol. Unfortunately his Dad was alcoholic and beat her badly and was abusive until she managed to kick him out her self when I was four and Michael 3. She brought us up alone in tough scheme, council neglecting that she said the house was riddled with dampness for 12 years while Mum and Michael had bad asthma. She then met my sister Shannon's Dad. Great guy and Shannon was born but my Mum stayed independent forever after the abuse and trauma. She never went to drugs or alcohol. She gave us everything. She just battled hard with depression and getting up. She's amazing. I was taken into care at 13 as I was off the rails, expelled, kicking streets with wrong crowd and got a part time job that I didn't realise was me being groomed. Anyway, excuse I don't go there, but yeah, that's left me with a lot of problems. P T S D, ADHD, anxiety, manic depression, personality disorder. I have 3 sons and broke things down with these problems. I have taken these things out on my Mum or rather blamed her for years and sorry doesn't cover it. She's not well now and she is all I have ever had. She was my best friend, my mum, my adviser, knocked me into line and wasn't her fault I got taken into foster care or sexually abused. Things been bad for a while and you said tag and say why, hope I haven't went on. Just wish there was more of me and my Mum. All the best. Look forward to track. Peace man x @professorgreen #wishthatitookmorephotographsofus

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Sorry for the mushy post but I wanted to do professor green’s #wishthatitookmorephotographsofus hashtag. Nanny Lou and Grandad Paul, we lost them both this year not long before my daughter was born. My nan never wanted her photograph taken, she was always behind the camera, and I am forever wishing that I would have told her to behave herself, that she always looked beautiful and that we would take the damn picture whether she liked it or not. I don’t believe that a camera would ever have captured how light and wonderful she truly was man. I can’t remember her raising her voice or what her face looks like when it’s mad. Just that easy breezy air that she had. It’s crappy that my favourite picture of myself and Grandad Paul is so blurry. Before he got sick, I just assumed that there would be a million more times like that, a million more beers in Devon pubs, a million more games of dominos and black jack - I would catch him reading my face over the kitchen table and he’d look at his card hand and then narrow his eyes at me and say ‘box clever now em’, I thought I would hear that a million more times. There’s photographs of that dining room table and there’s photographs of me mid-game with cards in my hand but there’s no photographs of him and I playing together. We spent hours at that table right from when I was a little girl in the big house in Kings Heath up until I was 20-odd and they’d upped and moved to a little village in Devon. That’s how I remember him, sat at the kitchen table pretending that he didn’t notice me palming. It’s a massive testament to how wonderful both of my grandparents were that most of my childhood friends remember them and are forever reminding me of happy memories they have of them. I wish that Margot could have met them both and I hope that I can bring as much light and joy to her childhood as they brought to mine. Love them always 💕

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I search daily for answers. For what reason should any mother loose a child, I wonder if after this life we will know why you was taken from us. . Days go by when life takes over and the pain doesnt seem so fresh anymore and then it hits - a pain so intense, a emptiness so deep. Weeks, months after and your stomach drops & heart thuds against your chest, in that moment you realise your precious baby is not in your arms. I could never have truely understood the expression "my arms ache for you" but i cant express enough how much your arms can ache, that longing to hold your baby, the baby you cherished for almost 9 months, whos heart beat alongside yours, the baby you felt everyday, the baby you fell instantly in love with from the second she was created. A lady looses a child and of course you would expect the most broken, lost woman to be left But ive learnt in grieve that isnt the case. Denial has so far been the hughest part of my journey without evie and as days go by and time ticks on the pain and realisation slowly creeps in more and more. Today has been the first time ive begged & pleaded with who ever it may be above to let me hear my baby girl cry, let me feel her skin against mine, let my baby need me the way i need her, let me kiss my angels head whilst singing her to sleep, let my beautiful daughter look up lovingly at me. I NEED to feel my baby in my arms. . Anyway my point in sharing this is to remind people to please always be mindful towards parents of angels, time may have passed, happy memories may have been created but every grieving parent will have their hard days, their reminders and sometimes a trigger may be something they have dealt with/seen daily and coped with before but today might not be as easy as yesterday. 💙 . . #babyloss #babylossawareness #bla #stillborn #angel #angelmummy #myjourney #grieving #grievingtogether #grivingprocess #denial #spirtual #grivingjourney #strongmums #wishthatitookmorephotographsofus

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Seeing all the posts and listening to this song bought tears to my eyes, my mother passed away last year and it was and still is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through in my life 💔 @professorgreen #wishthatitookmorephotographsofus . . She was the most kind and loving soul and would do anything for anyone. She taught me so much in life, most importantly to never judge anyone and to love all unconditionally ❤️ 🦋 . On Mental Health awareness week earlier this year, I shared something very personal... my mother suffered from depression, severe depression from a young age. This made for an incredibly difficult, confusing and turbulent childhood for me. In a time when mental health issues meant you were crazy, or weak because you couldn’t cope, you would never ask for help or discuss it. And you certainly wouldn’t be associated with such a person. The shame! Doctors would cover it up with large doses of heavy horrible drugs which either made you a complete zombie or a psychotic lunatic. Unfortunately this had a huge impact on her life, relationships, health and more recently death. Incapable of knowing how to cope with the loss of her husband and mother, other than the drugs of course, and keeping her cancer diagnosis secret for five years seeking no treatment. It very sadly ended in her seeing no other way out. . MENTAL HEALTH is incredibly important, life is hard and sometimes it can be overwhelming for everyone. But you are NOT crazy and you are NOT alone. You are all SIGNIFICANT! And you are all so BRAVE! Please be aware, not just this week, but always 💚 #mentalhealthawareness 🧠

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