You are one of the most incredible people I know, and this includes my grandmother, who was my hero. You are absolutely so special. I'm so glad you're here.
DD, we all feel like we know you guys much deeper than just an acquaintance. Through your posts we have felt your joy, sorrow and now your grief. I'm speaking for everyone on here...we want to give you a hug and help you through this time. We consider you a friend, someone I personally admire. Dean and I have thought of you all weekend.
It's my sincere hope to have a love like the one you describe in your writing about James. Not just the intimacy, but the toughness as well. We're all inspired and humbled by your devotion - and your willingness to share the rawness of what you were thinking and feeling. Thank you.
"love is for the lucky and strong." Song, The Rose. I had enjoyed the lucky part of love for so long. I realized when my friend was singing The Rose to him, that it has been time for the strong part of love for a long time. You were at my side during our hideous journey. I needed therapy, went a couple of times, but didn't want to spend another hour or so away from James. Mental health is the first to be ignored. She said journaling and writing could be just as effective as talk therapy. So I ended up here somehow. I am really afraid to ask what my bill is for the past year.
DDC, you were MY therapy. I feel honored that you would allow me (us) to read your personal thoughts and feelings and continue to do so. Grief is such a personal thing. None of us ever know how to do it, or be around it, or experience it. So many people in my life just didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. For all my life, I thought I had done something "wrong". You helped me to see that it is all right to feel pain, sorrow, anger, happiness at the little improvements, and all the rest. You opened a huge window for me, DDC, with your gentle openness. I would gladly pay your bill. Except you know there isn't one. It was our honor to be here with you.
these six words leapt out from the sermon I heard in church this morning. Thanks Pastor Jodi. (I attend a Baptist church which has two lady ministers on the pastoral team.)We can live with peace and joy no matter...
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jl333 says,
You are special...even without random word of the daynotjustagirlintheworld says,
What she said :DWench says,
You are one of the most incredible people I know, and this includes my grandmother, who was my hero. You are absolutely so special. I'm so glad you're here.jene2008 says,
DD, we all feel like we know you guys much deeper than just an acquaintance. Through your posts we have felt your joy, sorrow and now your grief. I'm speaking for everyone on here...we want to give you a hug and help you through this time. We consider you a friend, someone I personally admire. Dean and I have thought of you all weekend.Dean6805 says,
It's my sincere hope to have a love like the one you describe in your writing about James. Not just the intimacy, but the toughness as well. We're all inspired and humbled by your devotion - and your willingness to share the rawness of what you were thinking and feeling. Thank you.DynamicDbytheC says,
"love is for the lucky and strong." Song, The Rose. I had enjoyed the lucky part of love for so long. I realized when my friend was singing The Rose to him, that it has been time for the strong part of love for a long time. You were at my side during our hideous journey. I needed therapy, went a couple of times, but didn't want to spend another hour or so away from James. Mental health is the first to be ignored. She said journaling and writing could be just as effective as talk therapy. So I ended up here somehow. I am really afraid to ask what my bill is for the past year.Dragonflower says,
DDC, you were MY therapy. I feel honored that you would allow me (us) to read your personal thoughts and feelings and continue to do so. Grief is such a personal thing. None of us ever know how to do it, or be around it, or experience it. So many people in my life just didn't know what to say, so they said nothing. For all my life, I thought I had done something "wrong". You helped me to see that it is all right to feel pain, sorrow, anger, happiness at the little improvements, and all the rest. You opened a huge window for me, DDC, with your gentle openness. I would gladly pay your bill. Except you know there isn't one. It was our honor to be here with you.