"Do you still hear me? Do you see me? Do you know what's going on in my life right now? Are you proud of me?"
I've been repeating these questions in my head since last week. My brother passed away in January 2015 and this year I keep wondering what he'd think of me now..
Who would have thought that loss in 2015 would be the thing to create such an expected (but needed) sense of solidarity between us. Neither of y’all had to share that info with me (or anyone else that might make their way to the comments) but I’m glad you did! Blessings to you both!
I'm just not there yet to speak on the transition of my beloved husband Mickey. It's been two half years and it seems sooooo fresh, as if it just happened yesterday. I do enjoy you sharing, I've been so busy this month, plus avoiding saying this much. However, praying your new normal is working well for you and your precious family. Take care
“A strange belief that silence is an eraser that wipes away past acts of indiscretion”. But it’s not true, is it. John-your writing is such a gift. I could smell the indiscretion, feel the experience as you wrote about it. And oh, how I have claimed that “strength” until it almost broke me.
I can’t imagine how vulnerable it must feel to put yourself out there in this public way but I am so grateful you do. Blessings. And thanks be to the One who never shames us.
Thanks Kim. Honestly, comments like the ones from you and Valerie above are the only reasons I ever think to put myself out there like that. I imagine, if I’m feeling this, then there’s gotta be someone else who’s feeling the same way. Isn’t it such a strange feeling? To HATE that someone else feels like you do, but to LOVE it at the same time because it means you’re not alone?
I have a belly full of emotion in response to this post yet the emotions aren’t creating words. I’mma sit with this. Thanks for this. Vulnerability is a quiet strength only afforded to a few and you thought enough of your community to share yours. I have been testing griefy waters with regarding my mom in the present tense.
You are in many ways a professor of grief (yikes such a title) yet your calling to help many of us is spilling over into other areas of our lives where we are finding powerful joy in simple splendid things. God knows. Only God knew how to bring depth into such painful shallow places. Thanks.
A thought in form of question: Could writing for discovery be similar to journaling an experience (life) serving as a means of therapy? Somehow putting those in writing helps with processing.
Agree that knowledge of others experiencing hard, sorrow, or just brokenness in general can be a source of comfort and opportunity to comfort others.
"Do you still hear me? Do you see me? Do you know what's going on in my life right now? Are you proud of me?"
I've been repeating these questions in my head since last week. My brother passed away in January 2015 and this year I keep wondering what he'd think of me now..
Valerie-I lost my brother in December 2015. A club I never wanted to be a member of. I’m sorry for your loss.
Who would have thought that loss in 2015 would be the thing to create such an expected (but needed) sense of solidarity between us. Neither of y’all had to share that info with me (or anyone else that might make their way to the comments) but I’m glad you did! Blessings to you both!
I am sorry for your loss too Kim 🤎Praying for you right now.
Hey John
I'm just not there yet to speak on the transition of my beloved husband Mickey. It's been two half years and it seems sooooo fresh, as if it just happened yesterday. I do enjoy you sharing, I've been so busy this month, plus avoiding saying this much. However, praying your new normal is working well for you and your precious family. Take care
“A strange belief that silence is an eraser that wipes away past acts of indiscretion”. But it’s not true, is it. John-your writing is such a gift. I could smell the indiscretion, feel the experience as you wrote about it. And oh, how I have claimed that “strength” until it almost broke me.
I can’t imagine how vulnerable it must feel to put yourself out there in this public way but I am so grateful you do. Blessings. And thanks be to the One who never shames us.
Thanks Kim. Honestly, comments like the ones from you and Valerie above are the only reasons I ever think to put myself out there like that. I imagine, if I’m feeling this, then there’s gotta be someone else who’s feeling the same way. Isn’t it such a strange feeling? To HATE that someone else feels like you do, but to LOVE it at the same time because it means you’re not alone?
Well Kim, we’re not alone!
I have a belly full of emotion in response to this post yet the emotions aren’t creating words. I’mma sit with this. Thanks for this. Vulnerability is a quiet strength only afforded to a few and you thought enough of your community to share yours. I have been testing griefy waters with regarding my mom in the present tense.
You are in many ways a professor of grief (yikes such a title) yet your calling to help many of us is spilling over into other areas of our lives where we are finding powerful joy in simple splendid things. God knows. Only God knew how to bring depth into such painful shallow places. Thanks.
A thought in form of question: Could writing for discovery be similar to journaling an experience (life) serving as a means of therapy? Somehow putting those in writing helps with processing.
Agree that knowledge of others experiencing hard, sorrow, or just brokenness in general can be a source of comfort and opportunity to comfort others.