We begin by wailing and sobbing, harrowed with grief over our loss.
We pray for the one who is gone, for we who are left behind, for those who will acquaint only in story.
We beg answers to questions never resolved except in metaphor, thoughts that weigh more than the sum of their words.
We make fists, then open palms, hold hands, and grasp shoulders, swaying as a group so that none fall.
We share memories. One is spellbinding. One is provocative. One is a revelation. One is tender. One makes us laugh.
Our tears dry while the sorrow rises with our amens and we step forward. The first step hesitates, the next holds ground, then we lose count.
We will never forget but we move on but we will never forget.
There is an order to paying tribute to those who have passed. The order controls the bedlam that otherwise imprisons us.
It allows a semblance of freedom from unrelenting despair so we can return to order.
Today, though, I am harrowed with grief.
Just a thought 32
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Beautifully written, and wonderfully open.
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Thank you.
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Hope tomorrow is a bit brighter.
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It will be, Peggy.
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leggypeggy what a good reminder – that our emotions come & go — in our dark times, it’s good to remember – wishing you only goodness, dear Sharon ❤
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Thank you, Daal, especially for your wishes.
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Beautifully written and so heart wrenching. Grief like this leaves scars forever even if time
will give the strength to find joy again.
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I’m not scarred, Miriam, I’ll be fine, but this is a sad time for our family. Thank you for your sweet thoughts.
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This is such a powerful write. So beautiful. I hope your spirits lighten. I know you have so much loss recently. Be well Sharon.
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Thanks, Andrew. I’m dealing with it, partly by writing.
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That is the way I have always dealt with things. Be well.
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Yes, it’s effective.
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I’m so sorry, Shari. It will pass but I know it doesn’t feel like it. My heart goes out to you.
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Thank you, Jacqui. It will pass.
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Empathizing with you, Sharon, and sending a hug. 🥀
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I know you understand, Betty. Thanks for your hug.
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You are a rockstar!!I am your biggest fan❤❤
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Thank you, Rida.
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Beautifully written.
When my father was dying we all sat in hysterical laughter in the waiting room. After the laughter it was months before I didn’t wake up each morning in despair. So sorry for all of your losses.
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Hysterical laughter – that says it all, the other side of unbearable grief.
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Sending you love and sunshine, Shari – hope brighter days will soon come for you!
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Thank you, Sarah, I know they will.
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