Thank you all so much for abiding and acknowledging the loss of my much loved and missed brother, Jim on the occasion of what would have been his 49th birthday.
Grief keeps its' own calendar, its' own clock. I am brought back to the acuteness of my loss through a date on the calendar, another missed milestone, a song, a scent.
Grief is like a wellspring and sometimes I will stumble upon it and sometimes I know just where it will be.
I choose to honor and remember, embrace fully of this life as if to take in the share of those I've loved and lost.
Late Fragment by Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
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I don't have any siblings, so I can only guess the grief one goes through. However, this reminds me so much of my mother when she speaks of the brother who committed suicide about 50 years ago. When she talks about him, it's as if he died very recently. You can hear the pain in her voice & she still misses him so much.
Here goes one of those hugs right back to you.
Luv,
RA
That is such a brilliant sentiment from Mr Carver.
{{{{Martha}}}}}
Ah, Emilie Lemmons last words. And good words too.
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