Today on my flight to LA I sat next to an absolutely charming woman who was about to turn 90. We talked quite a bit about her husband who died around 50 years ago.
What lives we lead...
What lives we lead...
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Happy holidays 🎅🏻
She outlived her second husband by about 30 years.
She was an interesting lady.
Well said, what lives we lead.
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Reminiscing in joy is not holding on to sorrow. It's beautiful.
Moving on does not require deleting memories of loved ones, or refusing to speak of them again.
They say it will grow smaller and easier to live with - but it is so impossible and I completely understand this woman
I think of it like you're walking down a path all your life ans someone has now put a bollard there. It's now there and it throws you off walking at first, but eventually you walk around it. It's still there, and you see it often but you can move again
We lost a lot of people in my family and there are some that don't get easier, and there are some that when it happens I'll be lost. It's a big thing but I have never been anything but grateful I got to know them
I am sorry for your loss.
I don't want to think of what lies ahead myself, despite knowing my parents are getting up there.
What I wrote to aphet, I hope for you also.
Love and healing to you and yours.
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I hope your healing is sweet, that you are all able to comfort each other in it. That shared memories can soon bring joy and laughter to soothe the sorrow and loss.
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