tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post7989526560744622314..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: "to be or not to be"abandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-316463161933031282010-10-27T21:18:27.610-04:002010-10-27T21:18:27.610-04:00companionship is not a burden .. it is a gift .. y...companionship is not a burden .. it is a gift .. you, yourself are a gift .. you have brightend and bought peace to many .. peace will be yours again soon .. hang in there !! c.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-73107263356116639442010-10-27T18:25:26.406-04:002010-10-27T18:25:26.406-04:00I'm here, too. I check your blog every day an...I'm here, too. I check your blog every day and pray that you are holding on. Please keep going. You have so much to offer the world.thelmazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09819557846762852247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-16936147075667535402010-10-27T14:30:55.870-04:002010-10-27T14:30:55.870-04:00SSSF, i'm still hanging in there. i am trying...SSSF, i'm still hanging in there. i am trying to remember that it is darkest before the dawn.<br /><br />throughawidowseyes, not doing widowhood right? it's a long story. one i would love to tell outside beside a campfire under a full moon. i do not know if my writing so painfully and so honestly is a gift to anyone but it does allow me to feel like i am trying to be heard.<br /><br />thank you all. peace.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-85835148896810864262010-10-27T07:38:42.282-04:002010-10-27T07:38:42.282-04:00Sweetheart, how can you say you are not doing wido...Sweetheart, how can you say you are not doing widowhood right? I know this pain, and you express it so clearly. That is a gift you are giving other people, although it may not feel so at the time, and also, you don't care. (Or, perhaps I am reading too much of myself here, who knows.) Other people don't matter in this context.The writing is only to let it out somehow, the pain. And yet there is always more. All we can do is hang on. Love & peaceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-27217687085213686622010-10-26T23:17:39.813-04:002010-10-26T23:17:39.813-04:00Praying for you always and so very glad you keep w...Praying for you always and so very glad you keep waking up. Hang in there...Split-Second Single Fatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00192370092337202063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-68733115350683994652010-10-26T16:05:49.737-04:002010-10-26T16:05:49.737-04:00thank you all for your words of kindness and love....thank you all for your words of kindness and love. i went to Build-A-Bear but i still do not know. the young girl who is the assist. manager was very aware of her power over an older woman like me. i filled out 3 other applications and 2 more "interest cards." this town is in economic crisis and my skill set, though diverse, does not parlay into a one page job application very easily. there was one place, a fashion boutique place, where i seemed to appeal to the young woman in charge. she gave me time and listened to why i thought i would be a good employee.<br /><br />as for a night out for dinner with my daughter, or being with her on weekends, she works weekends and her hours during the weekday have her getting off work at 8 PM. a little late and she is tired. she fusses so much and worries so much over me as it is. i will not burden her for something as small as "companionship." she gives me all of herself she has to give. i do not want her stressed out.<br /><br />i am still so very down but then i guess that is what life is. we only know that we were happy when....<br />when i think of all my misfortune, all the things that went wrong in my life and all the people who have hurt me, i turn my thoughts to my time spent with my Dragon and i would not trade. i simply would not trade my time with him for living in a castle now. my soul is a match for his.<br /><br />thank you all. to be darkly honest, i did not believe i would get any comments much less all this. but that is my self-loathing kicking in. i must stop seeing myself as my mom did and as "he" did. only remember how my Dragon saw me. again, thank you for reading. i hope in the next few days i have some better news. until then, i continue, it seems, to wake up.<br /><br />peace to all who read. peace and light to all who grieve.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-12570528597084567862010-10-26T11:58:25.263-04:002010-10-26T11:58:25.263-04:00if only I lived closer .. you would be at my home ...if only I lived closer .. you would be at my home or vice versa .. yes, people / children have lives .. but that doesn't mean that they can't involve you .. can't you go to your daughter's on weekends ? Hang out there for a day ? Have her get you one night a week for dinner at her place ? Just to get you out for a little bit .. I hate to see you in so much pain .. and I feel so helpless .. I will say a prayer for you at Build-A-Bear .. until then, I am sending hugs !! C.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-61325245381130554942010-10-26T10:10:03.414-04:002010-10-26T10:10:03.414-04:00words just fall short when we all know that the pi...words just fall short when we all know that the piercing pain you feel will do what it will with you - no matter what we do. but i hope our words of love and support for you can dull it just a little, and bring you closer to the love of your dragon, and further from the grief. i too wish we could all just sit and be. just be. <br />i pray you get this job xoxoKimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18387405534615945777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-695435426704399072010-10-26T06:24:45.453-04:002010-10-26T06:24:45.453-04:00I feel your words... they reach into my soul. I ha...I feel your words... they reach into my soul. I hate waking up- I just sigh and think on no I have to do it all over again today, what is the point. It's so hard to hold onto my faith in the love Elliott and I shared when the grief so heavy it's just pulling me farther and farther away. Nevertheless I hold on because I know he loves me. Sometime I just wish that I could die from grief, that it could just consume me and I could drown in the pain. Then I could go home to my beautiful husband. I know how bad it hurts to be the one left behind- the one trapped in between life and death. Oh how I wish I could sit with you, and we could share stories of the men we love and the lives we grieve for.Laceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08396283211034849140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-9437943031390954262010-10-26T05:40:09.458-04:002010-10-26T05:40:09.458-04:00I am here too my friend. I can feel how low you a...I am here too my friend. I can feel how low you are reading your words and I'm sorry that you are feeling so much pain right now. I know from personal experience that when things go wrong or you have worries, the grief seems to be magnified ten-fold. Just the same when you are feeling ill ... I really hope you get the Build A Bear job - you would be so good with kids there! And it would be more human contact too. xxxBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10695496303699631884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-67585073460808300362010-10-26T01:48:31.012-04:002010-10-26T01:48:31.012-04:00i'm here. i'm alone. the sun will come up....i'm here. i'm alone. the sun will come up.. and you will wake up. and you will be loved.i hope an easy night for you...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-71346276347914087022010-10-26T00:51:19.281-04:002010-10-26T00:51:19.281-04:00I'm here, I hear you and I'm sorry you are...I'm here, I hear you and I'm sorry you are in so much pain. You are in my prayers daily and every time I see the mooon I think of you. I know that it's no where near the same as sitting with you. I hope you get the job at Build a Bear. You would be the perfect person to help people there. My sons each built a bear once and it was a magical experience, one that I know would be enhanced by having you there to help birth the new creations I wish you peace, S.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.com