tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post1505657199977223153..comments2024-01-17T05:33:20.530-08:00Comments on Dan, in real time.: Monster Sized GriefUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-65469132067423957572010-03-24T07:02:41.430-07:002010-03-24T07:02:41.430-07:00Dan - You have so well described those moments whe...Dan - You have so well described those moments when anger at the injustice of our whole situation wells up and takes over the controls for awhile. However, eventually it winds down again and we can return to a better state of mind. In my own case, there have been times over the past 19 months, when I felt like <i>Gorgo</i> several times a day. I remember telling a friend that my anger was becoming so huge that it could swallow the world. At times, the pain of containing that much anger actually seemed to make my head hurt as though it was going to blow up! But gradually, I've pretty much left <i>Gorgo</i> behind. Yes, the anger still appears now and then, but happens less frequently and blows over much quicker. I don't think I've had an full-blown <i>anger attack</i> since around December - so it seems this phase must eventually pass. Take heart.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog11noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-84069610845295716472010-03-24T05:31:39.037-07:002010-03-24T05:31:39.037-07:00there is such vivid imagery here, and your pain vi...there is such vivid imagery here, and your pain vibrates. i am sorry you have hit this point. i wish there was a trick or a "cheat" i could give you. i cannot. Churchill said, "If you're going through Hell, keep going." it's all we can do. keep going.<br /><br />i am glad you could get this off your chest, work through it as you wrote. i hope it was cathartic.<br /><br />sometimes people do notice us. but they are fellow travelers on this particular path. a couple of weeks ago i went with my daughter to her eye exam. a woman in the frames part of the office walked over to me and asked, "Who is in your pendant?" {i have a little glass pendant that carries some of my Dragon's ashes that i wear whenever i go out.} i told her it is a bit of my husband's ashes. she smiled in a knowing way and said, "I am a widow, too. Four years. I knew what the pendant was; I just didn't know who." we reached for each other's hands and she did not say her name, she said, "George." i said my husband's name. she said, "It's hard, isn't it?" i said "Yes, it is. One year for me." she didn't say it got better, or easier. she said, "You get more used to it." we squeezed hands and then parted.<br /><br />sometimes people see it in us. they recognize the accoutrements of grief and make contact. not that i wish this on anyone but i hope someone, a veteran of the journey, reaches out to you today and makes contact. i wish you peace.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.com