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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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    190 days ago

    Comment edited on: 5/13/2018 1:22:43 PM
    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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    191 days ago
  • MBPP50
    So true. Grief hits us in funny ways. emoticon
    191 days ago
    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 “
    191 days ago
    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:

    “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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    191 days ago

    Comment edited on: 5/12/2018 8:14:22 PM
    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.
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    191 days ago
    That's is spot on.

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