This really happened on Thanksgiving Day, 2011.
Great-Grandma was sitting at the table, she's got a touch of the Alzheimer's. She leaned in close to another relative and pointed to a third relative (her former daughter-in-law) and said, "I don't talk to her."
"Why not?" asked the curious relative.
Great-Grandma started slowly shaking her head. "I don't remember," she said sadly.
Time is too precious to waste not talking to people, when someday we might not remember why.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Funny Stories
After doing a lot of grieving, which is a sad, longing, and lonely feeling, it is good to have a happy memory to share.
My father once had a dream that Dobby the House Elf was chasing him, and he reached up and threw the TV remote at him. He and my mom woke up when the remote crashed into the wall for real. We always laugh when we remember that story, and it connects me back to Harry Potter, as well as my dad.
Maybe you have a funny story to share about someone you lost. If you want to, share it here. I'll listen.
My father once had a dream that Dobby the House Elf was chasing him, and he reached up and threw the TV remote at him. He and my mom woke up when the remote crashed into the wall for real. We always laugh when we remember that story, and it connects me back to Harry Potter, as well as my dad.
Maybe you have a funny story to share about someone you lost. If you want to, share it here. I'll listen.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Daddy!
As soon as my father died, I found myself, in my mind, crying out "Daddy!" I appealed to heaven, I appealed to the sky, I cried out to the darkness within. Daddy.
Like a little child, I needed my Daddy. I wanted my Daddy. I longed for my Daddy.
Inside us all, we still know that little child.
And I was reminded that Jesus called out "Abba!" which means, Papa, Daddy.
Like a little child, I needed my Daddy. I wanted my Daddy. I longed for my Daddy.
Inside us all, we still know that little child.
And I was reminded that Jesus called out "Abba!" which means, Papa, Daddy.
Everything will be different
The one thought that keeps going through my mind is that everything will be different from now on. Every time I go over to my parent's house and my dad isn't there, it's different.
Every time I want to tell my dad something and he's not there, it's different.
This Thanksgiving will be different. My whole world is different.
When someone leaves us, everything is different. That takes some getting used to.
Every time I want to tell my dad something and he's not there, it's different.
This Thanksgiving will be different. My whole world is different.
When someone leaves us, everything is different. That takes some getting used to.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Permission to Grieve
No one can grieve for you, and no matter how kind people are, they can't take the grief away. Grieving must just be done, and the time it takes is the time it takes.
Our minds do various things. We think about the last few months and the last few days of our loved one's life. We think about our relationship with that person. We go back over that. We go over their life. We contemplate our own death. It's work, and we need to take time for it. We need to give ourselves permission to take the time to grieve.
Our minds do various things. We think about the last few months and the last few days of our loved one's life. We think about our relationship with that person. We go back over that. We go over their life. We contemplate our own death. It's work, and we need to take time for it. We need to give ourselves permission to take the time to grieve.
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