tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post1590946015865519067..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: i wish he could come backabandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-71384657527048546842011-04-06T15:23:06.732-04:002011-04-06T15:23:06.732-04:00i don't know if you will ever read this commen...i don't know if you will ever read this comment, since it's now 2011, but i typed "i wish he could come back" into google and it brought me to your blog. <br />my boyfriend died almost two years ago in an accident, and for a while i felt like i was doing so much better, but lately, i look around and realize how much time has gone by; i'm getting older, and life is going by. and i think about him, and fall in love with him all over again. <br />in june it will be 2 years, and you'd think it would all be at least a little better, but eh... life is funny. <br />i'm 26 and i don't like life much either these days; i don't feel like i should be here, especially not without him. i don't really know what to do about any of it, it kinda feels like wandering around in the desert without a map.Pamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-74355222443918362992009-11-14T08:36:47.059-05:002009-11-14T08:36:47.059-05:00Widow in the Middle, there is no magic anymore but...Widow in the Middle, there is no magic anymore but seeing words of understanding, even if the sender can never be present, helps.<br /><br />Boo, slowly, i guess, is the only way we can go. i'm looking for a light but even the sunniest day is edged in darkness. we'll just have to keep drifting along.<br /><br />Debbie, i'm so sorry we have all met this way. it is nice to sometimes close my eyes and pretend we all met with our husbands along. we'd sit outside on a promontory overlooking a beautiful and vast sea. there'll be a campfire and the men will cook while we sit and talk. well, at least in our dreams we are wild and carefree and with our men.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-56745185768845345452009-11-13T21:24:55.288-05:002009-11-13T21:24:55.288-05:00My heart is aching for you and your words have bro...My heart is aching for you and your words have brought an aching to my core because they describe so vividly the grief I feel every day. Your writing is so powerful and descriptive, and it cuts right to the core of what I'm feeling. I often have conversations with Austin when I tell him, "ok, enough is enough. Time for you to come back now." I find that it's the smallest things these days that bring me to my knees because they catch me so offguard.<br /> <br />I'm sorry that you are having to go through this. Thinking about you and sending prayers your way. <br /><br />DebbieDebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-41695242005193478642009-11-13T21:13:02.315-05:002009-11-13T21:13:02.315-05:00I know sweetheart, I wish he could too. I think y...I know sweetheart, I wish he could too. I think you are coming out of the fog with me and Kim. Maybe we need to look for Jude's lighthouse beam together. They are all shining down on us, but we are in such darkness that we cannot see their light yet.<br /><br />Let's bob along, slowly, slowly, forwards. We can do this, I know we have no option, but we can do this.<br /><br />Love to you<br />xxxxBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10695496303699631884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-27678814968394667942009-11-13T19:42:22.521-05:002009-11-13T19:42:22.521-05:00I wish I lived near you so I could come over right...I wish I lived near you so I could come over right now to pick you up for a bite to eat and we could cry and laugh at how significant a box of Little Debbie snack cakes can mean to us. You describe your pain so beautifully - if ever there was a horrible contrast to exist it is that. You took me to the heart and core of your feelings of loss and grief. Of how deeply you miss your husband - from the little things to the bigger ones.<br /><br />I don't have any magic words of wisdom. Feeling someone's pain with them even through cyberspace is hard. All I can offer is to say that I cried along with your words and you touched me with your honesty in posting them. Please just know that I'm out there by your side in spirit and sisterhood.Widow in the Middlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01598249263166943162noreply@blogger.com