#grief — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #grief, aggregated by home.social.
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Grief is the Thing with Feathers. Max Porter.
The recent death of your wife has made you a single father, so you turn to a crow for help, but the crow’s advice is hard to follow.
4 of 5 library cats 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛.
@bookstodon #bookstodon #books #fiction #poetry #grief #crows #reading #therapy #death
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Grief is the Thing with Feathers. Max Porter.
The recent death of your wife has made you a single father, so you turn to a crow for help, but the crow’s advice is hard to follow.
4 of 5 library cats 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛ 🐦⬛.
@bookstodon #bookstodon #books #fiction #poetry #grief #crows #reading #therapy #death
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I just realised, my Nephew never talks about "My house" or "Home".
The place he lives he calls "Aunty [Name]'s house".
His house no longer exists. It burnt down, taking his dad and little brother.
He is such an amazing young man, there is such pain there but he still laughs easily, is full of the same mischief his dad had, and has such a beautiful presence about him - just like his dad did.
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I just realised, my Nephew never talks about "My house" or "Home".
The place he lives he calls "Aunty [Name]'s house".
His house no longer exists. It burnt down, taking his dad and little brother.
He is such an amazing young man, there is such pain there but he still laughs easily, is full of the same mischief his dad had, and has such a beautiful presence about him - just like his dad did.
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I just realised, my Nephew never talks about "My house" or "Home".
The place he lives he calls "Aunty [Name]'s house".
His house no longer exists. It burnt down, taking his dad and little brother.
He is such an amazing young man, there is such pain there but he still laughs easily, is full of the same mischief his dad had, and has such a beautiful presence about him - just like his dad did.
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I just realised, my Nephew never talks about "My house" or "Home".
The place he lives he calls "Aunty [Name]'s house".
His house no longer exists. It burnt down, taking his dad and little brother.
He is such an amazing young man, there is such pain there but he still laughs easily, is full of the same mischief his dad had, and has such a beautiful presence about him - just like his dad did.
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I just realised, my Nephew never talks about "My house" or "Home".
The place he lives he calls "Aunty [Name]'s house".
His house no longer exists. It burnt down, taking his dad and little brother.
He is such an amazing young man, there is such pain there but he still laughs easily, is full of the same mischief his dad had, and has such a beautiful presence about him - just like his dad did.
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Çaturday George: Best and Bravest
Charlie has been gone 7 weeks, and several people have asked how George is doing without his brother. Simply: he’s managing. He’s eating. He’s sleeping with us at night. He is still deeply unsettled.
For the first week or two he would go out as usual, only instead of following his normal routes he would sit in places where Charlie used to sit, and wait. And look puzzled. And come in and out, in and out of the house, meowing, telling us, over and again, that something was wrong, he couldn’t find his brother. He would see the single food plate and just…yowl. It was heartbreaking for all of us.
Then for about a week he spent most of his time under the bed. He ate, but not much—just enough so that we didn’t think he was going to starve (cats can starve in surprisingly short order) and so didn’t need to take him to the vet. He wouldn’t spend time with us. He—like me—was miserable, perhaps close to depression.
For the week or so after that his routines were in flux, but for the last two weeks they’ve begun to coalesce around a different set of parameters—he eats less often but larger amounts; he won’t go outside until after 10:00 am and sometimes not until after noon; he sits on different fences, and has assumed different watch posts; he is sticking much closer to home.
He’s still very skittish. Sudden movements or loud noises from either of us send him flying. At first that was far under the bed where no one could reach him; lately, just out of the room and poised to flee farther; on very brave days just jumping then freezing, then cautiously reapproaching. He’s getting there but it’s a slow road. He relied on his brother to be the one to investigate, engage with, and certify-as-safe All The New Things. My heart aches for how brave he has to be now, every day.
But he is brave. Our Best and Bravest. And meanwhile, he has started to sit close to me on the sofa again—all while pretending not to.
He’s finding his way back. And so are we. Which means from this point all my kitty posts will be forward- and now-focused, looking to the future and enjoying the present.
#bravery #bruvs #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #theFuture -
Çaturday George: Best and Bravest
Charlie has been gone 7 weeks, and several people have asked how George is doing without his brother. Simply: he’s managing. He’s eating. He’s sleeping with us at night. He is still deeply unsettled.
For the first week or two he would go out as usual, only instead of following his normal routes he would sit in places where Charlie used to sit, and wait. And look puzzled. And come in and out, in and out of the house, meowing, telling us, over and again, that something was wrong, he couldn’t find his brother. He would see the single food plate and just…yowl. It was heartbreaking for all of us.
Then for about a week he spent most of his time under the bed. He ate, but not much—just enough so that we didn’t think he was going to starve (cats can starve in surprisingly short order) and so didn’t need to take him to the vet. He wouldn’t spend time with us. He—like me—was miserable, perhaps close to depression.
For the week or so after that his routines were in flux, but for the last two weeks they’ve begun to coalesce around a different set of parameters—he eats less often but larger amounts; he won’t go outside until after 10:00 am and sometimes not until after noon; he sits on different fences, and has assumed different watch posts; he is sticking much closer to home.
He’s still very skittish. Sudden movements or loud noises from either of us send him flying. At first that was far under the bed where no one could reach him; lately, just out of the room and poised to flee farther; on very brave days just jumping then freezing, then cautiously reapproaching. He’s getting there but it’s a slow road. He relied on his brother to be the one to investigate, engage with, and certify-as-safe All The New Things. My heart aches for how brave he has to be now, every day.
But he is brave. Our Best and Bravest. And meanwhile, he has started to sit close to me on the sofa again—all while pretending not to.
He’s finding his way back. And so are we. Which means from this point all my kitty posts will be forward- and now-focused, looking to the future and enjoying the present.
#bravery #bruvs #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #theFuture -
Çaturday George: Best and Bravest
Charlie has been gone 7 weeks, and several people have asked how George is doing without his brother. Simply: he’s managing. He’s eating. He’s sleeping with us at night. He is still deeply unsettled.
For the first week or two he would go out as usual, only instead of following his normal routes he would sit in places where Charlie used to sit, and wait. And look puzzled. And come in and out, in and out of the house, meowing, telling us, over and again, that something was wrong, he couldn’t find his brother. He would see the single food plate and just…yowl. It was heartbreaking for all of us.
Then for about a week he spent most of his time under the bed. He ate, but not much—just enough so that we didn’t think he was going to starve (cats can starve in surprisingly short order) and so didn’t need to take him to the vet. He wouldn’t spend time with us. He—like me—was miserable, perhaps close to depression.
For the week or so after that his routines were in flux, but for the last two weeks they’ve begun to coalesce around a different set of parameters—he eats less often but larger amounts; he won’t go outside until after 10:00 am and sometimes not until after noon; he sits on different fences, and has assumed different watch posts; he is sticking much closer to home.
He’s still very skittish. Sudden movements or loud noises from either of us send him flying. At first that was far under the bed where no one could reach him; lately, just out of the room and poised to flee farther; on very brave days just jumping then freezing, then cautiously reapproaching. He’s getting there but it’s a slow road. He relied on his brother to be the one to investigate, engage with, and certify-as-safe All The New Things. My heart aches for how brave he has to be now, every day.
But he is brave. Our Best and Bravest. And meanwhile, he has started to sit close to me on the sofa again—all while pretending not to.
He’s finding his way back. And so are we. Which means from this point all my kitty posts will be forward- and now-focused, looking to the future and enjoying the present.
#bravery #bruvs #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #theFuture -
death dates and birth dates
death dates and birth dates
#absence #anniversary #birth #dailyPost #dates #death #grief #human #humanBehavior #humanNature #life #loss #lost #love #mourning #past #poem #poetry #postaday #present #reflection #relationship #relationships #tanka #time #waka
and birth dates and death dates blend
without regard – you
called to share the news this morning,
and we have nothing to hold onto
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20260724:2322
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Six Theories To Help You Understand And Deal With Grief
There’s almost as many theories on grieving as there are people who are grieving. Why is that? Because living with grief is a unique journey for each of us. No two are the same. Over the eons many have tried to set a pathway on how we deal with grief.
#griefprocess #griefjourney #griefsupport #grief #griefsupport #griefandloss #dealingwithgrief #dealingwithloss
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When the Egyptians were drowning in the Red Sea, the angels in heaven began to break forth in songs of jubilation, but the Holy One, blessed be He, silenced them: “My creatures are perishing — and ye are ready to sing!”
בִּקְּשׁוּ מַלְאֲכֵי הַשָּׁרֵת לוֹמַר שִׁירָה, אָמַר הַקָּדוֹשׁ בָּרוּךְ הוּא: מַעֲשֵׂה יָדַי טוֹבְעִין בַּיָּם, וְאַתֶּם אוֹמְרִים שִׁירָהThe Talmud (AD 200-500) Collection of Jewish rabbinical writings
Babylonian Talmud, Seder Moed, Megillah 10b.26 [Rosten (1972)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/talmud/4579/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #talmud #callousness #celebration #compassion #creation #creator #divineintervention #divinelove #divinewrath #God #grief #inappropriateness #mercy #sorrow #tragedy #war
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When the Egyptians were drowning in the Red Sea, the angels in heaven began to break forth in songs of jubilation, but the Holy One, blessed be He, silenced them: “My creatures are perishing — and ye are ready to sing!”
בִּקְּשׁוּ מַלְאֲכֵי הַשָּׁרֵת לוֹמַר שִׁירָה, אָמַר הַקָּדוֹשׁ בָּרוּךְ הוּא: מַעֲשֵׂה יָדַי טוֹבְעִין בַּיָּם, וְאַתֶּם אוֹמְרִים שִׁירָהThe Talmud (AD 200-500) Collection of Jewish rabbinical writings
Babylonian Talmud, Seder Moed, Megillah 10b.26 [Rosten (1972)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/talmud/4579/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #talmud #callousness #celebration #compassion #creation #creator #divineintervention #divinelove #divinewrath #God #grief #inappropriateness #mercy #sorrow #tragedy #war
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When the Egyptians were drowning in the Red Sea, the angels in heaven began to break forth in songs of jubilation, but the Holy One, blessed be He, silenced them: “My creatures are perishing — and ye are ready to sing!”
בִּקְּשׁוּ מַלְאֲכֵי הַשָּׁרֵת לוֹמַר שִׁירָה, אָמַר הַקָּדוֹשׁ בָּרוּךְ הוּא: מַעֲשֵׂה יָדַי טוֹבְעִין בַּיָּם, וְאַתֶּם אוֹמְרִים שִׁירָהThe Talmud (AD 200-500) Collection of Jewish rabbinical writings
Babylonian Talmud, Seder Moed, Megillah 10b.26 [Rosten (1972)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/talmud/4579/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #talmud #callousness #celebration #compassion #creation #creator #divineintervention #divinelove #divinewrath #God #grief #inappropriateness #mercy #sorrow #tragedy #war
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When the Egyptians were drowning in the Red Sea, the angels in heaven began to break forth in songs of jubilation, but the Holy One, blessed be He, silenced them: “My creatures are perishing — and ye are ready to sing!”
בִּקְּשׁוּ מַלְאֲכֵי הַשָּׁרֵת לוֹמַר שִׁירָה, אָמַר הַקָּדוֹשׁ בָּרוּךְ הוּא: מַעֲשֵׂה יָדַי טוֹבְעִין בַּיָּם, וְאַתֶּם אוֹמְרִים שִׁירָהThe Talmud (AD 200-500) Collection of Jewish rabbinical writings
Babylonian Talmud, Seder Moed, Megillah 10b.26 [Rosten (1972)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/talmud/4579/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #talmud #callousness #celebration #compassion #creation #creator #divineintervention #divinelove #divinewrath #God #grief #inappropriateness #mercy #sorrow #tragedy #war
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Manga box sets of the deceased used as squat weights.
Bereaved families perform squats with the box sets, but fear next-day soreness is a spiritual haunting.
https://alt.andpaper.net/en/articles/20260723-muscle-wake-manga-squat/
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Manga box sets of the deceased used as squat weights.
Bereaved families perform squats with the box sets, but fear next-day soreness is a spiritual haunting.
https://alt.andpaper.net/en/articles/20260723-muscle-wake-manga-squat/
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All The Empty Chairs
Two empty wheelchairsTwo comfy wheelchairs, no cat—Charlie was always the chair thief. Perhaps once winter comes George may consider the warm comfort of a just-vacated wheelchair, but for now I’m guessing the memory is still strong of him having tried once or twice to take the chair only to be roundly thumped by his little brother for usurping the privilege. So he stays away. Today, every time I look at an empty wheelchair my eyes fill. I turn away. I am so fucking tired of crying.
George used to sit on the table on the back deck and leave the chair for Charlie; lately, he won’t even sit on the table.
On the kitchen deck the comfy chair was, always, Charlie’s domain—he curled up in that thing 70% of his time outdoors between April and October. One day, maybe, George will too. But I’d be surprised if it were this summer, and I wouldn’t be shocked it were never. Sigh.
All those empty chairs…
#charlie #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #wheelchair -
All The Empty Chairs
Two empty wheelchairsTwo comfy wheelchairs, no cat—Charlie was always the chair thief. Perhaps once winter comes George may consider the warm comfort of a just-vacated wheelchair, but for now I’m guessing the memory is still strong of him having tried once or twice to take the chair only to be roundly thumped by his little brother for usurping the privilege. So he stays away. Today, every time I look at an empty wheelchair my eyes fill. I turn away. I am so fucking tired of crying.
George used to sit on the table on the back deck and leave the chair for Charlie; lately, he won’t even sit on the table.
On the kitchen deck the comfy chair was, always, Charlie’s domain—he curled up in that thing 70% of his time outdoors between April and October. One day, maybe, George will too. But I’d be surprised if it were this summer, and I wouldn’t be shocked it were never. Sigh.
All those empty chairs…
#charlie #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #wheelchair -
All The Empty Chairs
Two empty wheelchairsTwo comfy wheelchairs, no cat—Charlie was always the chair thief. Perhaps once winter comes George may consider the warm comfort of a just-vacated wheelchair, but for now I’m guessing the memory is still strong of him having tried once or twice to take the chair only to be roundly thumped by his little brother for usurping the privilege. So he stays away. Today, every time I look at an empty wheelchair my eyes fill. I turn away. I am so fucking tired of crying.
George used to sit on the table on the back deck and leave the chair for Charlie; lately, he won’t even sit on the table.
On the kitchen deck the comfy chair was, always, Charlie’s domain—he curled up in that thing 70% of his time outdoors between April and October. One day, maybe, George will too. But I’d be surprised if it were this summer, and I wouldn’t be shocked it were never. Sigh.
All those empty chairs…
#charlie #CharlieAndGeorge #george #grief #kitties #wheelchair -
𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -
We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street numberWhen you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -
We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street numberWhen you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -
We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street numberWhen you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -
We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street numberWhen you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami
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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: “𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒗𝒆” -
We waited for “beloved”
and forgot our street numberWhen you died, grandfather,
your lips pursed around a “ku-” . . .https://waywordsstudio.com/verse/rogue-wave/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #originalpoetry #writingcommunity #grief #weather #tsunami
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Kelly Osbourne Reflects on Grief a Year After Ozzy's Passing
📰 Original title: Kelly Osbourne opens up about “endless ache” of grief – one year on from Ozzy’s death
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Kelly Osbourne Reflects on Grief a Year After Ozzy's Passing
📰 Original title: Kelly Osbourne opens up about “endless ache” of grief – one year on from Ozzy’s death
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I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.
From the outside, it looked like a family enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Dior—champagne, chocolates, laughter, and a husband buying his wife a ring. But what no one could see was everything that was happening inside me. I thought I was shopping for jewelry. Looking back, I realize I was searching for something far deeper. -
I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.
From the outside, it looked like a family enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Dior—champagne, chocolates, laughter, and a husband buying his wife a ring. But what no one could see was everything that was happening inside me. I thought I was shopping for jewelry. Looking back, I realize I was searching for something far deeper. -
I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.
From the outside, it looked like a family enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Dior—champagne, chocolates, laughter, and a husband buying his wife a ring. But what no one could see was everything that was happening inside me. I thought I was shopping for jewelry. Looking back, I realize I was searching for something far deeper. -
I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.
From the outside, it looked like a family enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Dior—champagne, chocolates, laughter, and a husband buying his wife a ring. But what no one could see was everything that was happening inside me. I thought I was shopping for jewelry. Looking back, I realize I was searching for something far deeper. -
I Thought I Was Shopping at Dior. I Was Really Looking for Baby Lux.
From the outside, it looked like a family enjoying a beautiful afternoon at Dior—champagne, chocolates, laughter, and a husband buying his wife a ring. But what no one could see was everything that was happening inside me. I thought I was shopping for jewelry. Looking back, I realize I was searching for something far deeper. -
We Live In The Shadowlands
Shadow Carress, Rolling RidgeSeveral years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).
I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.
In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”
We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.
That’s the deal.
(November 2007)
#cSLewis #cancer #ChristianHope #ChristianReflection #compassionForTheWorld #courageToLove #deathAndDying #Faith #Family #familyAndFriends #Fear #fearOfLoss #GodAndSuffering #grief #Happiness #Hope #JackAndJoy #JoyDavidman #JoyGresham #lifeAndLove #livingFully #LoveAndLoss #lovingFully #marriage #Mortality #Movies #Pain #painAndHappiness #PassoverImagery #Prayer #presence #ShadowlandsQuote #SpiritualReflection #sunriseAndSunset #terminalIllness #ThatSTheDeal #theAngelOfDeath #vulnerability #WordPressTagsShadowlands #Writing -
We Live In The Shadowlands
Shadow Carress, Rolling RidgeSeveral years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).
I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.
In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”
We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.
That’s the deal.
(November 2007)
#cSLewis #cancer #ChristianHope #ChristianReflection #compassionForTheWorld #courageToLove #deathAndDying #Faith #Family #familyAndFriends #Fear #fearOfLoss #GodAndSuffering #grief #Happiness #Hope #JackAndJoy #JoyDavidman #JoyGresham #lifeAndLove #livingFully #LoveAndLoss #lovingFully #marriage #Mortality #Movies #Pain #painAndHappiness #PassoverImagery #Prayer #presence #ShadowlandsQuote #SpiritualReflection #sunriseAndSunset #terminalIllness #ThatSTheDeal #theAngelOfDeath #vulnerability #WordPressTagsShadowlands #Writing -
We Live In The Shadowlands
Shadow Carress, Rolling RidgeSeveral years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).
I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.
In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”
We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.
That’s the deal.
(November 2007)
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We Live In The Shadowlands
Shadow Carress, Rolling RidgeSeveral years ago, I watched Shadowlands and was deeply touched. The movie tells the true story of the author C.S. Lewis (Jack), who though an award-winning author, leads a relatively passionless life until he meets an American divorcee, Joy Gresham. It is the beginning of a deep love, a love that changes both of them in a powerful way, and deepens their faith in God. But their time together is short as Joy becomes terminally ill with cancer.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid that something horrible has happened to someone that I love. So I pray for everyone I can think of. I reach my hand over and draw comfort from the warmth and breath of my wife who still sleeps beside me. Slowly my fear ebbs away because for another night the Angel of Death has passed over the doors of those who are closest to me. (Though I do not think it has very much to do with my prayers).
I want to pray as hard for everyone in the world as I pray for my family and friends. The Angel of Death does not always pass over. I do not want to live my life in fear. I do not want to be afraid of the pain that comes with being close to people and thereby miss the happiness that comes from their presence.
In the movie, Joy, in pushing Jack to be present to ALL of life, states: “We can’t have the happiness of yesterday without the pain of today. That’s the deal.”
We live in the Shadowlands, between the sunrise and sunset. But the sun is always present and as long as I cast a shadow, it means that I am alive. Alive to live and love and care and hurt to the fullest of my being.
That’s the deal.
(November 2007)
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No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.
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No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.
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No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.
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No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.
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No one in my developmental psych lectures talks about this: the grief of outgrowing someone. No fight. No villain. Just two people becoming different shapes. And you mourn them while they're still in your phone. Still "a friend." I don't think I've learned how to grieve someone who's still alive. I don't think anyone teaches you that.
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This is my friend Cricket. She's been my best friend for 11 years, my constant companion.
She got sick, and today was her last day. I miss her terribly.
I just wanted people to know about her. Thank you for looking. -
This is my friend Cricket. She's been my best friend for 11 years, my constant companion.
She got sick, and today was her last day. I miss her terribly.
I just wanted people to know about her. Thank you for looking. -
This is my friend Cricket. She's been my best friend for 11 years, my constant companion.
She got sick, and today was her last day. I miss her terribly.
I just wanted people to know about her. Thank you for looking.
