tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post7805381755939519776..comments2024-03-29T07:36:11.091+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: A radical thought.Tania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-35447729270057886602015-10-28T23:31:36.773+00:002015-10-28T23:31:36.773+00:00My husband was sick for a long time and when he di...My husband was sick for a long time and when he died I thought I would be prepared (well, reasonably prepared) for the loss. Not a bit of it. Our lovely dog, also a mutt, went right off her food and the house was resoundingly empty.<br /><br />From one day to the next it was a roller coaster. <br /><br />I love this post because it is so painfully honest - we do try to celebrate a life, but it is so damned hard at times and the grief is overwhelming. The best advice I received was not to be ashamed to cry - no stiff upper lip - and sometimes it was such a release to give way to grief. <br /><br />Warmest good wishes to you and your family.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10959624249031770681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-57990160270988956832015-10-28T18:31:26.032+00:002015-10-28T18:31:26.032+00:00Oh I have been stuck, wondering what to write to y...Oh I have been stuck, wondering what to write to you. Have you heard of the day of the dead celebrations in Mexico? They happen at the start of November. One part is that the family goes to the cemetery and has a picnic on their beloveds graves. It's a happy time, where they are having a picnic with those they love, even if some of them are being sat upon as their only way of attending. I wonder if I would be booted from the cemetery if I tried it where my gran is, in Australia. <br />I loved hearing that you had breakfast every day with your mum and I was thinking that I wish I had my family that close, but then when they depart that leaves so much bigger a rent in your life. And yes, I do think mums want their kids to not cry or be sad, but we know it's also such a big ask. justarabbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10966670407976735937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-38344731712178660362015-10-28T15:59:03.564+00:002015-10-28T15:59:03.564+00:00I want to write a million different things and I k...I want to write a million different things and I know this is going to make me sound like some sort of adolescent (I am 44) but I just think you are ace. Holding on to wonderful memories gets us through the darkest of times. That, and the lovely animals. I love your writing and am grateful for every single update you post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-65955045650609577162015-10-28T15:00:21.807+00:002015-10-28T15:00:21.807+00:00I LOVE your thoughts on this!
XX PatI LOVE your thoughts on this! <br /><br />XX PatPat (in Belgium)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02367089351412953926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-34965814001070617282015-10-28T09:38:00.681+00:002015-10-28T09:38:00.681+00:00The way you write about your mother, and grief, is...The way you write about your mother, and grief, is so beautiful, really breath-taking. I am sure is on her wobbly cloud, probably not cross, but certainly looking out for you. And it is a truth universally acknowledged that chic, svelte people love whippets but how nice she loved Stanley too. I hope your day passes peacefully, Rachel Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com