Comments on wild and precious: Grief Revisited

LJ, only very small regrets with my sister, such a...

2009-03-09T17:53:00.000-04:00

LJ, only very small regrets with my sister, such as would be present in any relationship. She was my best friend. It's, as you say, a good grief. I'm glad yours is, too.

Thanks, Mimi. You know, I'd never hear my own mot...

2009-03-09T07:43:00.000-04:00

Thanks, Mimi. You know, I'd never hear my own mother say these words: Even those of us whose lives have moved on a more predictable trajectory have our moments wondering what the hell we've been about for many years of our lives. So it's helpful to hear them from you.

I don't mind that grief will return. It's a good grief of missing someone I love, not a grief of regrets. In fact, I may post a little more about that later today.

LJ, what beautiful writing. Even those of us whos...

2009-03-07T18:02:00.000-05:00

LJ, what beautiful writing. Even those of us whose lives have moved on a more predictable trajectory have our moments wondering what the hell we've been about for many years of our lives. I know that I do.

I still grieve for my sister who died close to three years ago. Sometimes a few tears come, but not often now. I just want to see her, talk to her, read an email from her. It's better than it was, but I have the sense that I will never stop grieving for her.

As if you needed to hear that. Anyway, I will pray for you that you will find your way in this upside-down world of ours and that you will find heartsease about your father.

Sigh. Piecing life together is what we do every da...

2009-02-23T19:25:00.000-05:00

Sigh. Piecing life together is what we do every day. The quiet times of grieving make us more aware of that aspect of living - of the journey. and, the center does hold; sometimes I don't recognize it; sometimes the quietness of grieving makes me more and more aware of the real center of me, of the world, of God.

Now, several weeks after your post, I am holding you to the light and praying that you will look in your mirror and see a woman you love so that you may continue to love others.

Peace

The wave of grief one month after the death seems ...

2009-02-19T07:45:00.000-05:00

The wave of grief one month after the death seems to be a fairly common experience, from what I'm hearing.

I had dinner with my mom last night and asked if she were lonely in the house. She paused and then said, "I'm really not. I sort of feel guilty about it."

But she had been lonely with my dad for years, as his capacities declined and conversations of significance disappeared.

I'm so glad she's not lonely. She's planning a road trip with a friend to New Orleans next month. Go Mom!

Offering comfort to each other. Indeed. Sometime...

2009-02-18T23:31:00.000-05:00

Offering comfort to each other. Indeed. Sometimes just by being there in silence. Sometimes dancing together and sometimes weeping and railing.

I cried when my father died and then not for another month. Suddenly the tears gushed forth again, and it was release and relief to be able to cry again. It is all so unpredictable and uncontrollable. I am glad you could weep again; it is a gift.

((( LJ )))

JB, Thanks for coming over and sharing your pain a...

2009-02-18T21:10:00.000-05:00

JB, Thanks for coming over and sharing your pain and sharing in mine. I don't hang out on the blogs enough any more to know your story -- but marriage and career ending simultaneously -- that's a story I know all too well.

Yes, offering comfort to each other ... that's it, really, isn't it?

I have never written it down, PJ and LJ, because I...

2009-02-18T19:05:00.000-05:00

I have never written it down, PJ and LJ, because I hear it in my head a dozen times or more most days.

Is it better, or worse, when you're socialized male who must never say it hurts, or least let the pain stop you? Saying it, FEELING it, becomes another task you shoulda done to make things better, but just don't have the energy.

Not listening to your grief is the last thing I want to do. I'll say that, when my Mama died a year and a half ago, the grief seemed to collect other griefs and,in my case, a forced retirement brought a number of such questions; why couldn't I ever make my life work, damnit? My therapist reminded me this week that I made it work far more than I commonly allow myself to admit.

When my marriage and my career ended at the same time, I was walking on Mr. Capra's bridge at least; I went through seven years of fear that I would end up on the streets for lack of income. I thought about suicide.

That part is over--thank Godde--and this part has begun; it has its own challenges, which I share from time to time with my friends here. And that helps. And it helps me when I know that I'm not the only one of us who has struggled, or is struggling, with these issues.

I not only want to hear your story, and to offer comfort and peace, I must do so, or I will surely perish, even if I keep on going to and fro upon this earth.

Oh sheesh. Never think about anything when you hav...

2009-02-10T15:32:00.000-05:00

Oh sheesh. Never think about anything when you have tummy trouble. Even the things you love best look awful when you're nauseous or "on the run."

Feel better!!!!!!!

Thanks, Peej. For me another side to the questio...

2009-02-10T09:58:00.000-05:00

Thanks, Peej. For me another side to the question you quote is "What qualifies as having one's act together? How do we know which choices are right until we've lived through them?"

I mean, I've got a graduate degree, I'm a homeowner, I had 17 years in a successful career (whatever success is by church standards ... ), as broke as I feel, there is still money in the bank and other than my mortgage, I'm debt-free. And more to the point, I have loving relationships with my child, my parents, my friends, my ex.

And yet ... I expected to be a little more comfortable by now. Emotionally, financially, in terms of career. Not starting over at mid-life. But who set those expectations? And what would the cost have been to me to make different choices?

Don't listen to me today. I have the stomach flu and that's coloring my mood ... blech.

Is there something essentially broken in me that k...

2009-02-10T09:37:00.000-05:00

Is there something essentially broken in me that keeps me from quite getting my act together, not quite making it work, not quite making the best choices?

You know, I could have written that question myself, and so could many of the people that I love best. I don't think the problem is with us, actually. It's the world. The world is set up for people who just go barreling through on snap decisions. (E.g.: those who have been running the show until recently and will probably escape unscathed.)

And grief is a thing that affects everyone differently. I cry about a hundred times a day, but when my father died I didn't cry at all. It was too big a thing, and besides, I knew it was coming, so I had sort of steeled myself beforehand. Whereas my sibs were all keening, practically. I just couldn't do that.

Glad you're feeling better now, anyway. Hugz.

Thanks, all. Today is a beautiful day and while ...

2009-02-09T09:45:00.000-05:00

Thanks, all. Today is a beautiful day and while the grief is still real, the little demons of despair have been put safely back into their closet.

((((LJ))))

2009-02-09T09:11:00.000-05:00

((((LJ))))

((((you))))Let the tears go.

2009-02-08T20:32:00.000-05:00

((((you))))

Let the tears go.

LJ, I came upon this blog today because of a googl...

2009-02-08T15:59:00.000-05:00

LJ, I came upon this blog today because of a google alert for Generation Jones (I guess because you blogged today, google picked up an older blog you did about GJ). Anyway, I was touched by your blog about the grief you are feeling. My father recently died and I can relate personally. I just wanted to send you warm wishes and support as you grieve.

BTW, feel free to contact me if it feels like it would be helpful, I'd be happy to be supportive by phone or email. I'm not too comfortable putting my contact info in a blog comment, though (I didn't see any email address for you on this blog). You can reach me this way if you want: I am the person who coined the term GJ, my intitials are JP, and you can easily find contact info for me with a little googling.

Again, best of luck dealing with the sadness you are feeling. It will get better over time.

I know you do, Dox. Bless you.

2009-02-08T14:46:00.000-05:00

I know you do, Dox. Bless you.

Oh, honey....I could write volumes on this subject...

2009-02-08T13:54:00.000-05:00

Oh, honey....I could write volumes on this subject, but will just say that I know EXACTLY what you are talking about.

Hugs and prayers coming your way.

Love,
Doxy