Friday, December 20, 2013

What I've found stumbling into year three.

* I've found that this pain in my grief is the missing of her. The deep love I have for her and the longing for our lives together. Grief =love. It's the price we pay. 
* Your support system and people in your life during grief can make or break you. The things people say, do, and how they react to your grief can either put you in a better place (empathy) or a very very dark dismal place. 
* You have zero control over grief. It's like trying to stop a tsunami from destroying an entire island. You can't. When grief comes on, it comes on. Sometimes with warning, many times without. It can leave you curled in a ball in your closet sobbing, clinging to any piece of what you have of them, or walking around under a dark cloud for days. This is where a good support system comes in. Or a good closet and a box of tissues. 
* crying helps, a lot. 
* not everyone gets a rainbow after the storm. 
* grief support groups will no longer fit after so long. Especially if your not in the rainbow group. 
* And may actually hinder more then help. 
* Forgiveness is one of the hardest steps in grief. Forgiving yourself especially. 
*Take your time. Grief isn't a race, it's a multi-athalon that goes for the rest of your life. The obsticles change, some are easier then others. After so long you get more stamina, but there will always be times you are just beat and tired. 
* the sun can shine, even in the rain. 
I will always love her and she will always be missed. 

God bless you all on this road. Keep loving. It's ok. 
Merry Christmas to you all, and to all of your beautiful babies. May they always be remembered. 

Thursday, December 5, 2013

How fitting.

Driving home from work last night I had put in several live grateful dead CDs, this song came on. I can't stop listening to it. How fitting.

Stella Blue from the Grateful Dead

All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
A broken angel sings from a guitar.
In the end there's just a song comes cryin up the night
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue. stella blue.

When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see,
There's just the pavement left and broken dreams.

In the end there's still that song comes cryin like the wind.
Down every lonely street that's ever been
Stella blue. stella blue.

Ive stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can't win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
Gonna make them shine, shine

It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free,
There's nothing you can hold, for very long.
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind,
It seems like all this life was just a dream.
Stella blue. stella blue.
 
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