Looking back at two different Web Sites and ten years there are clearly posts relevant today as they've were when posted. I'm going to be posting some of them over the next week or two. One post brief description with links so y'all don't have search
Less a post on grief and loss. More an essay on self-reflection and assessment driven by grief. Which may deserve a rewrite. A very vulnerable exposure here.
Donna stepped through deaths doorway. I was left behind to find my way. I did not surrender to Penthos even in the blinding darkness of loss and mourning that enveloped me. I see this period immediately following her death as if I was thrown into a dark windowless warehouse littered with the debris of memories.
Grief Is An Artesian Aquifer Of Memories
Grief should not be seen as a proper place or an improper place. It is the space between memories of the past and hope for the future.
More of a short story about the tradition I began though out our marriage. I continued after Donna died. Cooking on Sundays. She didn’t really have that family Sunday dinner environment. Loss of her dad when she was young. An older brother with issues. A mother who worked to keep a roof over the family. I think more importantly was the fact her mom was not a cook.