tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post3688961964594066747..comments2024-01-17T05:33:20.530-08:00Comments on Dan, in real time.: Without You I Am NothingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-52840870088873977732010-10-23T20:05:19.160-07:002010-10-23T20:05:19.160-07:00I'm emotionally wrung out today and have no wo...I'm emotionally wrung out today and have no words to respond to this. I just wish I could hug you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-91065638547254217482010-10-22T10:00:49.233-07:002010-10-22T10:00:49.233-07:00(((Dan)))
I wish I was close enough to hug you. ...(((Dan)))<br /><br />I wish I was close enough to hug you. How lucky you were to have someone in your life that you miss so damn much. How I wish it were different and you lived in that alternate universe.<br /><br />JackyJackyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18224089840568065611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-3347259543915341222010-10-22T05:36:14.838-07:002010-10-22T05:36:14.838-07:00tedious.
Right on.tedious. <br />Right on.meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10064483599165161879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-14085121458020964312010-10-22T04:34:30.695-07:002010-10-22T04:34:30.695-07:00"Without you I am nothing." This is so ..."Without you I am nothing." This is so true of our Widow/er community: online, in support groups and where ever it is that we find each other. No one else can truly understand this journey. I would feel so very alone without my new widow/er friends.widowsquaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08590978904437843995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-79100945641251103862010-10-21T19:54:19.908-07:002010-10-21T19:54:19.908-07:00Dan, hugs to you, and one big hug to all of us tog...Dan, hugs to you, and one big hug to all of us together. Here is a quote I just came across; a link to the entire article is on my fb page. I was struck by this. <br /><br />"Grieving isn’t about forgetting. It’s about dividing up one’s feelings. Portions to mourn and release and portions to re-claim and build again. It is architecture and construction – creative, tedious and unpredictable."<br /><br />People don't often use the word tedious to describe our "grief journey" (<--blechh.) It is often posed as this noble quest we are on, but there is so much about it that just plain sucks, and it's so unrelenting, too, months and years stretching out behind us and before us. It was a relief to hear the word "tedious" because I know I am not the only one who gets just plain sick of it sometimes. Tired of hearing myself cry, tired of being the sad one, the one people are concerned about. Also, and I know it sounds so petty compared to the fate of our sweethearts, but I get so awfully tired of having to do EVERYTHING MYSELF. There is not a lot of give&take when it's just me. <br />But as much as I would give anything, of course, to have our regular old life back, I feel incredibly blessed by all of you, dear friends. Dan, thanks for being here w/ this forum. Love you. carolynAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-2837367603786384342010-10-21T17:40:26.688-07:002010-10-21T17:40:26.688-07:00nice, bev.
That not having someone who cares what...nice, bev. <br />That not having someone who cares what direction you go, who is invested in life with you - strange and hard. Sometimes I feel those deeply beautiful and strong places make that even more acute.meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10064483599165161879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-21908947348590665252010-10-21T16:21:21.766-07:002010-10-21T16:21:21.766-07:00I have managed to keep up with reading your blog w...I have managed to keep up with reading your blog while on the road, but commenting hasn't been quite so easy. I'm currently camped at a place where I have to go up a trail above a hoodoo field to get the iPad to work. Sitting up here is a bit like sitting on top of the world, with golden meadows stretching off to the horizon, and the hoodoos along a river in the badlands down below me. The Sweetgrass Mountains in Montana are to the south. Plains Indians came here to hunt, but also as it was considered a sacred place where they came to dream and have visions. I do always dream a lot here and at some similar places I have spent time during my travels. Anyhow, all that to say that I have read your posts and been thinking about them over the past few days. For some reason, last night was difficult for me -- perhaps it is something to do with the time of year, or the moon, or this place. I was feeling a little overwhelmed trying to figure out my next few days of travels as there are storms in the forecast in the direction I had planned to go. I was thinking of how tired I sometimes become. Tired of being without Don. Tired of having no one to discuss things with. Sad for him because he is not here in this place he so much wanted to visit some day. As survivors, our lot in life is strange and hard. Is it any wonder we feel such sadness? However, we do have our friends and family, and all of us here in the blogging community. Take care.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-86245752196346036612010-10-21T03:30:06.760-07:002010-10-21T03:30:06.760-07:00oh sweetie, even through your darkest days you are...oh sweetie, even through your darkest days you are finding something to be appreciative of, and that takes a very special person.<br /><br />It is incredibly hard right now due to your wedding memories, the changing season, the idea of another year looming ahead.<br /><br />And oh yes, we do all need each other, don't we? There are so many times, too many to count, that you have come through to me, reached out and brought some light into my darkness.<br /><br />I love you Dan, and am thinking of you right now, and shall be today and tomorrow, willing you to reach out and grab some of that light just for yourself.<br /><br />xxxBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10695496303699631884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-32595316255417781912010-10-20T22:12:13.433-07:002010-10-20T22:12:13.433-07:00Diddo, my friend =)
~C~Diddo, my friend =)<br />~C~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com