tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post7391318085831260189..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: far too tired ~ part 2 ~ the search for peaceabandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-69678086154681958772012-11-10T20:48:57.391-05:002012-11-10T20:48:57.391-05:00Your analogies of death as an artist and a whittle...Your analogies of death as an artist and a whittler are so powerful. I hope moments of peace find there way to you soon. I'm searching for it as well. Jobs, children, life go on yet that hole where he used to be is my constant companion. I don't see how that will ever change so I'm trying to make peace living with it. Haven't figured out how to do it yet... I'll be thinking of you and your Dragon tomorrow as we commemorate Remembrance Day in Canada.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-20652344250766181642012-11-06T22:14:04.394-05:002012-11-06T22:14:04.394-05:00I feel like a part of me has been amputated and ye...I feel like a part of me has been amputated and yet the phantom pain lingers on. A future of nothingness. Dark thoughts come with the longer dark hours of night. Does it ever get any better? I don't think it possibly can. Peace--where is it?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.com