Grief quotes of the day

I agree Robin. that was Ron‘s energy field setting off the solar lights in the gazebo. A couple weeks ago I was crossing the frozen lake and I saw two snow devils about 2 football fields away. One started to come towards me and went right through where I was standing. I opened my arms to huge Cheryl and felt the mist of snow on my face was like a kiss from her. Cheryl likes bluejays and I found a bluejay feather last week entering a nature preserve. When Tom Zuba says we feel their presence they are right here right now. I’m glad you’re seeing spring coming in your yard. Gary

 

Gary I love that you saw two snow devils and experienced and felt one come right towards you. Cheryl is with you and letting you know. In multiple ways. Some messages are so subtle, but we’re picking up on them. I know a lot of people find coins and I do too. But I keep finding the stud part of a snap in our bedroom. We used snaps on many things in our business. But I don’t have any in my bedroom. I find them on the floor on a regular basis. It’s late, going to try to rest, it’s late and I’m tired. Robin

 

“Weeds” are just plants in the wrong place. Enjoy them!

 

Rita, thanks for your suggestion I have never read anything from this author, I will look for her work.

I know that poetry or quotes it's not in everybodys taste. If some of TGW want to add their own quotes I will enjoyed reading them!! they don't need to agree or reply it. We are here to support each other the name tell us WIC, so we can share our feelings with quotes, poetry or LMSO like Lou says. This site keeps me going... I have read most of the threads from this site and feel that every one of us grief our own way, it's individual, it's your own grief, no judgements. Here I have a grieving family from different parts of US and the world, it is so nice to at least receive the virtual hugs and wishes of peace and joy from the TGW of WIC.

 

Thank you, Helena, for giving me credit
for LMSO. If I remember correctly, that
came out of a typo, & means " Laugh my
SAD off", instead of the cruder "ASS off .
My clever brother, Gary, a true
wordsmith, adopted it, ran with it,and
now it's part of TGW history. I find that
some of the best things that happen to
me, are by accident. Since I had
cataract surgery, & was extremely
nearsighted, ( & needed glasses), I now
have perfect vision. It is a miracle, bc I
see things much clearer around me. I
thank God every day, for improvements
in my life, like this. Tom Zuba, who was
suicidal, after the unspeakable horror
of the deaths of his baby girl, wife, & one
of his sons ( in that order), later realized
that he needed to raise his remaining 2
sons.He wrote Permission to Mourn,
which I recommended to our group. Tom
said he was grateful, ( to be alive, raise
his sons,& to help others with grieving).
Lou

 

Helena,

This is so beautiful... Thank you so very much for sharing!!!

As always, sending you hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Gary,

I'm so glad that as of two months ago, you can finally listen to the radio. I'm still unable to listen to music... In two days, it'll be the eleventh month anniversary of Bob's death. I'm looking forward to the day when I can listen to music again. Living in a world without music SUCKS!!! BIG!!! TIME!!! I'm thinking, "baby steps..."

On a much more positive note, just recently I started to get back into cooking. All those micro dinners, tearing open bagged salads, tossing them in a bowl, finally got to me, to the point where I knew I needed to cook my own meals again. Since I started cooking for myself, I feel so much better physically and I think it's helped me a little emotionally too. Last night I made pan seared salmon, roasted baby potatoes and asparagus, and a salad with lots of fresh veggies. Bob loved salmon... Thinking about how much Bob would have enjoyed this meal, with the exception of the asparagus (he HATED!!! asparagus, TU!!!) had me in tears... The empty chair at the table where Bob should be..., Mr Grief hit me full force.

I thought about how happy Bob would be knowing I'm finally starting to take better care of myself... Making healthier meals rather than just zapping something, bringing it into the living room, mindlessly watching TV..., without enjoying my food... Needing the TV for distraction, to keep me from having to deal with the horrible..., almost unbearable reality... Bob is NEVER!!! coming home!!! I was eating to survive, instead of eating for nourishment and pleasure. Food should be one of those things that makes us feel good, both physically and emotionally. I thought about this. I did my best to enjoy my dinner. The salmon really was good. I thought about how lucky I am that I have a roof over my head, and am able to buy the foods I love most. I am grateful to God each and every day. I know my situation could be so much worse!!!, TUTTAM!!! Starting to get off subject, so stopping now, before I really get going, maybe outlasting that Energizer Bunny, lol...

You are SO!!! right... "happy/sad is our new normal." All of life is so bittersweet... It SUCKS!!!

I hope today you have more reasons to LMSO, than to cry...

As always, sending you hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Deb, I a

 

Deb, I agree with every word. When I was
in the hospital, I had lost interest in food
( turned out I had COVID). I was put on an
IV for hydration & nourishment. When I
felt stronger, I finally became hungry
again, & asked for a tray of a hot meal
from the cafeteria. The plain chicken,
potato, & veggies, was delicious, and I
was very grateful to the dietary staff,
who brought the food to my room. When
I came home, a VNA nurse made sure I
stayed hydrated with grapes, popsicles
( all fruit, varied flavors) , & watermelon,
in addition to my usual oranges and
orange juice. I enjoyed hearty breakfasts
at my local restaurants, where I was
greeted warmly by both owners & patrons.
At dinner, though I didn't cook like you
did, I put tasty frozen meals in the oven,
& sat at the table. I thank God every day,
like you, for good food on the table,&
a roof over my head. Beyond that, I thank
God for friends, on & off GIC. Lou

 

My quote of the day:

There is uncertainty in hope, but even with its tenuous nature, it summons our strength and pulls us through fear and grief - and even death. — Priscille Sibley

 

Another quote:
"Grief opens a place in our hearts that we never could hurt so profundly, but also opens this same place to a love we never imagined possible" - Unknown

 

Lou,

I'm so relieved!!!, so glad!!! you are finally healthy again!!!, TUTTAM!!! (Sorry!!! I had to add the additional letters for emphasis, to spice things up a bit.) Like you, I thank God for my friends... I have no idea how I would ever be able to move forward without friends...

Thank you for always being here for me. You have helped me more than you'll ever know... I'll never be able to thank you enough for sharing your story with us, all those miserable memories that I'm positive were so hard for you to share... By telling your story, you helped me realize that I can do this!!!, I CAN AND WILL continue to heal... Like George, you have had so many more obstacles in your way than I have, but and this is another one of those really BIG BUTS!!!, you managed to dust yourself off, pick yourself up, and now, three years later, have managed to rebuild your life, and find happiness... However, like it is for all of us, laced with sadness, so bittersweet. It SUCKS!!!

I hope today you're having many more reasons to LMSO than to cry...

Sending you lots of hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Helena,

I'm so glad!!!, TUTTAM!!!, you have become part of TGW, our virtual "family..." Although I don't have a quote to share yet, I LOVE!!! this thread!!! Once again, thank you so much for starting it!!!, TUTTAM!!!

As always, sending you hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Bernadine,

Thanks for the LMSO moment!!!

Hope Maggie managed to stay out of the mud today...

As always, sending you and Maggie hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Robin,

I haven't had a chance to "talk" to you yet. As usual, I'm not reading messages in the right order, so will have to keep reading to make sure I haven't missed anything that you've recently written. Just want you to know, it's so good to "see" you again, TUTTAM!!! (Just in case you missed it, total understatement to the absolute max, my new spicier version, but sadly, it's grown way past stale already.)

The last time I went for a walk, a yellow butterfly, one of the first ones I've seen this season, flew very close to me, then flew right over the top of my head... I followed it as it climbed higher and higher into the sky..., until it disappeared from sight. I felt a peaceful feeling wash over me. I like to think this was a sign from Bob...

I believe with all my heart that those snaps are signs from Ron. There is NO!!! way you would be finding them on the floor on a regular basis otherwise... Ron is always watching over you..., just as Bob is always watching over me.... I talk to Bob all the time, as though he was with me physically with me. It is comforting knowing Bob is always watching over me, but at the same time, so very bittersweet!!!, TUTTAM!!!, as all of life is now for all of us.

I have some things I want to accomplish before the end of the day, so stopping here (for now).

As always, sending you and Teddy lots of hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."

Washington Irving

 

It is amazing to think we may actually get signs to try to tell us that our loved wones are with us. A few days ago I stepped outside for a few minutes to take out the trash, when I turned around and looked up at the sky. At that moment two jets were flying high above my home leaving a contrails - one went straight up and the other came across the middle of the straight one heading toward the west and formed a cross as I looked on. I have never seen that happen before. It was like I received a sign saying that my love was ok. I stood there for a few minutes watching the contrails dissipate. Coincidence maybe, a sign to help me maybe? All I know is, it was beautiful!

 

Rita,

Thank you so much for sharing... This is so very beautiful...

As always, sending you hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. Debi

 

Rita,

I believe that everything happens for a reason even if we don't know what that reason is. I don't believe in coincidences. I believe that cross was a sign telling you your husband is okay... To paraphrase something Tom Zuba said in one of his books, I forgot which one (I'll blame it on this foggy widow brain thing), it doesn't matter whether or not the sign, is truly a sign from our loved ones, what matters... is whether or not we choose to believe it is a sign. I believe with all my heart, that your husband, Bob, all of our GIC family's one true love of their lives, are watching over us... Our loved ones, although not with us physically, will always hold the very biggest place in our hearts... They helped turn us into the people who we are today... Our loved ones are a part of us..., now..., and for eternity...

Whenever I get a sign from Bob, a feeling of calm..., peacefulness..., washes over me. For that one moment, all is right in the world. Having said this, while it is over the top comforting knowing our loved ones are watching over us, it is over the top sad at the same time, so very bittersweet. Our loved ones should be here on this earth with us... I need a tissue...

Backing up just a bit, I hope seeing that cross in the sky... made you feel, like I always do after receiving a sign from Bob, that all is right in the world..., even if the feeling is fleeting.

Sending you lots of hugs, wishing you peace, all of us peace. DEB

 

Deb, as usual, I don't have much to add
to your beautifully moving words,
except that a sign from Linda, makes me
smile now, whereas it used to make me
sob. She would rather I smiled. Lou