tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556685542882241184.post6189925356416989689..comments2023-07-06T22:24:38.027-05:00Comments on Forged through Fire and Out of the Ashes...We Rise.: good grief...Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01402722709539882314noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556685542882241184.post-32235743375884137122010-11-05T00:28:34.654-05:002010-11-05T00:28:34.654-05:00I'm so glad I'm not the only one with mush...I'm so glad I'm not the only one with mush for a brain. For months I asked, what day is it? I still request everything in a text or email. I have to say I love texting. People keep it short and usually don't say anything too insulting that way, although it has happened. ok, too late for me.Blessings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556685542882241184.post-23121524476069132462010-10-26T14:12:43.966-05:002010-10-26T14:12:43.966-05:00Judi, as I am reading through your posts, I am tou...Judi, as I am reading through your posts, I am touched, first, by the blatant honesty of your blog. Thank you for being honest. Your being honest has opened my eyes to the fact that I have not been honest with myself. Second, I realized that there is no formulated plan of what you are suppose to do. We each have a journey and only God knows the "plan" for that journey. My expectations may not be His. No, I did not lose a spouse. I would not even dare to say those dreaded words of "I know what you are going through". But my grief is for a father... and now caring for my mother... and being the one that is supposed to be up and encouraging all the time. *sigh* We all have our burdens.<br /><br />I am comforted by the thought that you see your life coming back together. I feel mine slipping slowly away. And your life coming back to some sort of normalcy gives me a hope. <br /><br />Thank you again, friend. That is what you have been, although you have absolutely no idea who I am. You have been that sweet friend that I go to visit online and I feel your words and comments as though we are talking directly to one another. You have comforted me my friend. And once again, thank you.TMWnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556685542882241184.post-17823302415744810072010-10-01T06:18:32.913-05:002010-10-01T06:18:32.913-05:00I am grieving the loss of my brother. He died in M...I am grieving the loss of my brother. He died in May, one week after his 32 birthday. Unfortunately the past decade was full of tragic and maddening events so the good memories have been incredibly difficult to find.<br /><br />I was surprised with the amount of guilt that has accompanied my grieving. I was relieved when he died, because it was the end of something awful. Sometimes I will see someone who reminds me of the better qualities of my brother and I get lost in the "what could have been" thoughts. Deep down I never gave up hope that he would recover and be the person we knew he could have been.<br /><br />I have recently accepted that the only truly good memories I have of my brother are a few from when we were children. Those memories are so far away though, so I feel like I have to work extra hard to keep them in focus. It is exhausting. <br /><br />However, as time moves forward and I continue to visualize my brother as a happy little boy, with no cares in the world and without the demons he seemed to constantly battle as an adult; I am finding sweet comfort. <br /><br />The love I feel for the image of my brother as a little boy almost comes from the same place where I love my 18-month-old son. This maternal love has allowed me to smile more when I think of my brother. I am grateful for the short reprieve from the usual "bad grief" I typically feel.<br /><br />You are right, the grieving process is complicated and different for everyone. Thank you for articulating yours, it has given me an opportunity to think through mine.Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16495622618217007515noreply@blogger.com