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orleans's Journalthat's what i thought when i read this. he saw her--she was there, and he was overcome
with emotion as he sobbed her name
heartfelt sympathy. parting with those we love is heartbreaking.
but i suspect it makes our eventual reunion with them all the more joyous.
...until you meet again....
beautiful pictures
the paragraph says they can be "devastating pests" and, at first, i thought it said "devastating pets."
my daughter had a total of seven pet mice (2 and 2 and 3--there were four living together at one period) -- they were all adorable, all with cute, individual personalities, and we were absolutely devastated when each one of them died. mice don't live long--and each one of these ranged from 9 months to a little over two years. each one was individually cremated in a private cremation and their ashes are in little urns. each one was loved so much.
thank you for these darling pictures.
Yes! exactly!
sometimes i get so tired of missing my mom and i think i've gone through enough pain without her and i think "enough! that's it! just come back!" and then i quickly realize that's not happening so i usually work myself into this repeated chant of "i want to go back, i want to go back, i want to go back"
i'm very sorry for your loss
it's hard to part with those we love, no matter the situation and regardless of their "condition" -- it's just hard to say goodbye to someone who is such an important part of our life
i'm not a religious person either--but i believe there is a place for us after we leave this world, where our pains no longer exist, where we become our true essence once again, where our bodies and minds are whole and healed, and where we reunite with those we love.
"we'll never forget because you were ours and we were yours."
--author unknown
"goodbyes are not forever
goodbyes are not the end
they simply mean i'll miss you
until we meet again."
--author unknown
my heart goes out to you, randy
i certainly remember the confusion & disorientation -- i wasn't able to concentrate on reading anything for several months after my mom passed from this world. when i did, the first book i read was "we don't die" about the medium george anderson. after that, i read as many books on the afterlife as i could find. it was a tremendous comfort.
my mom was & has been around quite a bit. i've gotten countless "signs" from her, sometimes even within hours of asking for one; i still smell her mixture of powder & perfume on occasion, one of the lights in the house began working again after over 10 years of not working--it would flash on and off sometimes, sometimes it would just turn on and a couple hours later turn off--that went on for several months after her passing. there have been lots of things like that.
i don't doubt your mom is still near you.
i just want to let you know there is a bereavement group on du--it was my go-to place for several years here. hopefully you can find some comfort there as well.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/?com=forum&id=1234
"Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
"Your Mother lives inside your laughter, and she’s crystallized in every tear drop. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space….not even death."
-----Author unknown
take care.
happy birthday
i see you're feeling the time pinch. here's some advice:
be happy, create joy for yourself & others, make a positive difference (big or little) in the lives of others, and love. love as much as you can.
you have 1 year until the next go-around. make it an outstanding one.
this brought me to tears:
"I never paid any attention to clouds before. Now I see everything from a totally different perspective: every cloud outside my window, every flower in the vase. Suddenly, everything matters.”
Name: Wolfgang Kotzahn
Age: 57
Born: 19th January 1947
Died: 4th February 2004, at Leuchtfeuer Hospice, Hamburg
his words "suddenly, everything matters" is lingering, haunting almost, it's poetry, and devastating, inspiring, emotionally explosive, and a glimpse into the divine.
"suddenly, everything matters" is how life should always be, is never how life is because we haven't got the time in our adult-minded day-to-day; it is how life was when we were children and, for some of us, how life becomes when given the time to contemplate our soon-to-be departure from all that surrounds us.
his words--"suddenly, everything matters"--makes me weep
love it! & i love eight o'clock coffee! the biscuits look great.
go ahead, have a tea biscuit with coffee. my mom absolutely would have--have one for my mom!
lol. (to be honest--i actually hug the little pink winter coat
that belonged to a little dog i was so lucky to have and live with for the last three years of her life. she passed 15 months ago and i'm still missing her. she was my "kitty."
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