Someone dear lost.... but the memories cling as if they are an integral part of each of us. As the intellectual realization sets in, that doesn't signify emotionally, we have come to a balance.
My own mother visits daily in tiny rainbows projected through warped or paned glass. I see and share these.
Then she visits as golden goldfinches fluttering at the feeder...oooh she's close!
I wish all of the dear ones stay close. All of yours, mine, everyone's...
A dream, croons Snow White (?) is a wish your heart makes.
As Jeff and I age and our child and her family become more engaged in their own lives, we've come to appreciate each other's company more each day. Too much time spent apart and left its mark, but recent days off spent together has suddenly gelled and made us closer. The dance around the kitchen, the fingertip kiss goodbye in the morning, the dream of retirement are moments that strengthen our union. Interesting how that works for some but not others. What magic happens there?
Maybe not so much magic as effort? Building a solid relationship is work. I think it does not just happen. Sounds like you and Jeff have figured it out.
Time feels more circular to me now than it once did. I seem to live with those in my linear past more clearly as they circle back and around from season to season. Death seems different when it’s not not at the end of an inevitable linear progression, but rather, a station on a revolving circle.
This is lovely Sharron. On Monday coming it’s my dad’s birthday. He’s been gone 14 years now. These words brought a tear to my eye but a happy one as it made me think of him 💚
Such a beautiful way to express the pain of loss, by speaking directly to your loved one, in words that allow your sorrow, and your complete love, to flow freely in your written one-sided conversation, with all of your answers coming silently, back to your heart. I believe that if anyone on this earth knew what the inside of Heaven looked like, it was her.
I understand Sharron. Enjoy the beautiful iris and her memory. Here is a picture of a Gladioli I took this afternoon in Santa Barbara at our hotel. I've never seen one this tall or as beautiful. I hope it makes you happy.
That is so wonderful, that you can still see and touch them, Yael, even if only in dreams. I'd give anything to see my mom just one more time. So many things I need to ask her.
That piece of music just slayed me. It brought out any tiny piece of sadness within me and made me face it. I feel for my three friends. We are of an age now when we begin to lose the ones we love... Thank you, Rebecca.
Left a dent on the pillow where a head still leaves an imprint. Scent slowly dissipates. But still can sense the perfume or after shave cologne.
You have it exactly, Richard. Thank you.
Someone dear lost.... but the memories cling as if they are an integral part of each of us. As the intellectual realization sets in, that doesn't signify emotionally, we have come to a balance.
My own mother visits daily in tiny rainbows projected through warped or paned glass. I see and share these.
Then she visits as golden goldfinches fluttering at the feeder...oooh she's close!
I wish all of the dear ones stay close. All of yours, mine, everyone's...
A dream, croons Snow White (?) is a wish your heart makes.
Then you share my feeling, Jill. We all lose someone and have to find a place to put the grief, as it does not end.
Aw... so very very sweet....
Thank you Linda. I have three friends who are grieving right now. This was specially for them.
"I will love you until mine." - What a terrific last line and thought, Sharron!!
Thank you again, Ron, for your always-kind comments. I hope you and your dear wife are well.
As Jeff and I age and our child and her family become more engaged in their own lives, we've come to appreciate each other's company more each day. Too much time spent apart and left its mark, but recent days off spent together has suddenly gelled and made us closer. The dance around the kitchen, the fingertip kiss goodbye in the morning, the dream of retirement are moments that strengthen our union. Interesting how that works for some but not others. What magic happens there?
Maybe not so much magic as effort? Building a solid relationship is work. I think it does not just happen. Sounds like you and Jeff have figured it out.
It only took 43 years
Hah! Amazing resilience.
Time feels more circular to me now than it once did. I seem to live with those in my linear past more clearly as they circle back and around from season to season. Death seems different when it’s not not at the end of an inevitable linear progression, but rather, a station on a revolving circle.
A very interesting way to look at it, Switter. Something new for me to think about. Thank you.
This is lovely Sharron. On Monday coming it’s my dad’s birthday. He’s been gone 14 years now. These words brought a tear to my eye but a happy one as it made me think of him 💚
I understand this, Daniel. Sometimes grief is like an old friend who drops in unexpectedly. Thank you.
Such a beautiful way to express the pain of loss, by speaking directly to your loved one, in words that allow your sorrow, and your complete love, to flow freely in your written one-sided conversation, with all of your answers coming silently, back to your heart. I believe that if anyone on this earth knew what the inside of Heaven looked like, it was her.
Thank you, Sharon. Many of my friends have lost a loved one recently. Their pain got to me and brought out my own. You know how it is...
I do, Sharron. ❣️
great.
Oh! Thank you so much, Laurel. I guess I am in a reflective mood this week.
It resonated.
Beautiful. 🌼💜🌼💜🌼
Thank you, CJ! I am happy you liked it.
That last line said it all. May we all have someone who feels that way.
Thank you, my friend. I am so glad to see you pop back in again. I loved your postcard story!
I promised I’d love you until your final breath, but I was wrong.
I will love you until mine.
I don't think I've ever read anything that beautiful.
Golly, Kathleen! Thank you so much. I am just missing my mom more than usual this week. Her irises are blooming in the garden right now.
I understand Sharron. Enjoy the beautiful iris and her memory. Here is a picture of a Gladioli I took this afternoon in Santa Barbara at our hotel. I've never seen one this tall or as beautiful. I hope it makes you happy.
Gorgeous! Thank you.
Your welcome
... till mine.
perfect.
Thanks, Ms Henry.
It was tough to lose my mom. But I see both my parents every night, in my dreams. I hug them.
That is so wonderful, that you can still see and touch them, Yael, even if only in dreams. I'd give anything to see my mom just one more time. So many things I need to ask her.
Goosepimpling and gorgeous, Sharron. Such lovely words. And such a very kind gesture to your friends. xxx
That piece of music just slayed me. It brought out any tiny piece of sadness within me and made me face it. I feel for my three friends. We are of an age now when we begin to lose the ones we love... Thank you, Rebecca.