tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post4841664439339562217..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: mad, epic failabandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-84139321438147477972012-03-07T17:53:44.832-05:002012-03-07T17:53:44.832-05:00Since I lost my husband, I have never felt more al...Since I lost my husband, I have never felt more alone in the world. It's to the point where I am continually missing work because I don't see the point of getting out of bed each morning. I know this is an unhealthy way to live, so I have turned to friends and sites like http://onlineceucredit.com/edu/social-work-ceus-dl to help me through this hard time and cope with my husband's death.Janenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-79536885999889177052012-02-29T21:53:32.488-05:002012-02-29T21:53:32.488-05:00Debbie, thank you for saying that.
Judy, as alw...Debbie, thank you for saying that. <br /><br />Judy, as always, i'm here for you.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-86720100345509076072012-02-29T09:01:37.382-05:002012-02-29T09:01:37.382-05:00We had a dream of moving--back to the farm land wh...We had a dream of moving--back to the farm land where i was born--we had it all planned, the house plan, the gardens, all of it. It was going to be wonderful. Our dream went with Fred. Now--I am alone, and poor and have absolutely no dreams nor even a notion of how to go forward into whatever days I have left. Before, when I read your blog, I could not really identify with what you were feeling...now I know. I thank you for your help through all of this--my journey that is just starting. Thank you!!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-63678725125852447692012-02-28T23:44:48.551-05:002012-02-28T23:44:48.551-05:00I don't believe that our significance is life ...I don't believe that our significance is life is measured by the number of people who grieve our passing, but the deepness of grief that is felt when we move on. What matters is that we have loved the people in our world well. There is a young man at my house who every night sleeps wrapped in the quilt you made him. The quilt you spent hundreds of hours sewing for him wraps him in memories of his Dad every night before he goes to sleep and as he wakes up every morning. The quilt you made me comforts me at times when I am inconsolable. And the quilt you made my other son lies in a place of honour in his room, where it is revered and touched with smiles of sweet memories. That is powerful. You have made a difference in this world, much more than you know. You love the people in your world well. You are an epic success. Sending you peaceful energy tonight.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.com