So 4,384 days after Donna died and what I learned from her death and her being in my life. Donna is dead. Donna is not coming back. Donna I hope is waiting for me. I can join her at my will. She carried me here. I carried her here. My grief is there but so is all I've become and knowing what I've not become. That is what we had/have the difference between something that makes sense or something that makes you fall in love.
Read more4,384 Days: A Journey of Loss & Love Part I
Some of Donna’s ashes released in Maine
On August 7, 2011 Donna died in hospice. She entered hospice exactly 21 days prior. She was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer 938 days before her death. Or 22,512 hours.
August 7, 2011 was 10,311 days after we were married on May 15, 1983. We had 247,464 hours of marriage, love, and more.
This anniversary will be 4,384 days since her death. That is 105,216 hours of grief, memories, hurt, and learning.
Read moreGrief Sucks & Sucks the Life Out of Us
Grief sucks. Just sucks. There’s data. Excellent clinical data that not only sucks the emotional life out of us. It sucks the actual life out of us in very biological ways. This post is my reading of an article by Ann Finkbeiner in the New York Times “What Happens in the Body During Grief”.
Read moreThis is Interesting #28
Three pieces worthy of reading 1. Alan Watts on Love It’s an act of faith a gamble 2. Memories & Grief A quick hit on a brilliant piece Our past our future linked even in loss 3. Pandemic Grief Scale So troubling our future grief pandemic
Read moreDiscovering My Grief Voice
It was joining HYWC that some profound changes/discoveries began.
I discovered I was not alone in my grief. Though writing and reading about the grief I knew I learned we all grieve and grieve differently. We are all in pain. We all want to share our story. Being among these HYWC wids I discovered. A brilliance of our shared grief. The Venn of our pain and hurt. How we all can learn, grow, and support others grieving.
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Donna & Me Bonaire
This post is my visceral grief imbibed cleansing of my emotional palate after watching Normal People. There is the art of Normal People. Each shot, the framing, the lighting, the music, the facial expressions of the actors/actresses, and so much more.
Read moreNeurobiology of Memories and Grief
There are neurobiological reasons why our memories and our grief are inexorably connected. It has nothing to do with us being crazy, lost, or incapable of closure
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