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Blessed be our grief

Saturday, May 12, 2018

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  • CKOUDSI617
    So true! My mom passed away at age 57 in 1995, and grief still reasserts itself in strange ways! The other day on the bus I heard someone behind me laugh just like my mother. I turned around and it was a GUY! (You had to hear her laugh to understand, LOL!) I almost lost it a little bit but quickly "regained my equilibrium" and smiled to myself. It was such a bittersweet moment!

    Wishing comfort to all who have lost someone very close. (They're not really "gone", I strongly believe, but we still miss them!)
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    36 days ago

    Comment edited on: 5/13/2018 1:22:43 PM
  • FLORIDASUN
    I so agree...grief is like being in a boat far, far out in choppy waters. You take your oar and paddle, paddle, paddle...but you never quite get back to the shoreline. It's a solitary journey...only we who have experienced profound loss understand.

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    36 days ago
  • MBPP50
    So true. Grief hits us in funny ways. emoticon
    36 days ago
  • LESLIELENORE
    Very true, in the midst of dealing the immediacy of my mom’s passing and the necessary details and the projects my dad wanted completed in their house I was mostly okay... with only minor breakdowns... with space and distance and less frenetic activity I was more apt to take the time to notice and truly feel my grief. Usually over something “insignificant “
    36 days ago
  • 4ROSEMARY
    Yes, this is spot on. C. S. Lewis wrote a book, A Grief Observed, after his wife died and his experiences with grief, and his spiritual journey dealing with grief. Here is a link to a webpage with a lot of quotes from that book:
    http://www.goodreads.com/work/q
    uotes/894384-a-grief-observedR>

    “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

    At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.”
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    37 days ago

    Comment edited on: 5/12/2018 8:14:22 PM
  • KRISTYKAY28
    So true. It's the small things that get to me. Just a month out from loosing my mother and this week has been difficult.
    37 days ago
  • BARCELONAME
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  • 1CRAZYDOG
    That's is spot on.


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