Looking back at two different Web Sites and ten plus years clearly there are posts as relevant today as they've were when posted. I'm going to be putting some of them up over the next week or two. One post brief description with links so y'all don't have search.
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This was my first post on Donna’s death and my grief. It’s from another Web Site.
Allowing Grief To Sculpt Your Future Self
This quote "Your future self is watching you right now through your memories" just struck me as so telling about what we do when we've suffered a profound loss and begin our grief work/journey. From the day Donna was diagnosed to her death and today I never ran from my grief nor looked to closure. I have allowed my grief to have its way with me while I listened to its story.
If I was to write the first sentence of the first page of our caregiving story it would go like this, “Donna you have six months to live.”
It never became a story, only a formless narrative of disparate memories. No character development or dramatic structure. No first person or other persons. No plot. No meticulously crafted descriptions of places or moments. Terminal illness has its own plot and clearly no happy ending. It just moves forward and stops. It is desire without fiction.
This Too Shall Pass When I Say So And On My Terms
Do I have my grief right? This what I try to address in this post. I feel I'm delusional to believe anyone finds some comfort or help in my sharing. That thought drives my sense that I am in middle of vanity project about Donna, loss, and grief. My time would be better spent being a player or traveling. But that is the human condition hope is at the extreme edges of our lives.