Excellent George! Very intriguing, imaginative and captivating, gives us something to reflect upon, so we can now look forward to poetry therapy too George, thank you. Rose
Ditto, Karen. It will be three years for me too in November and like you, I'm still asking myself who I am, I know I was someone when my husband was with me, but that someone went away with him. I feel like an empty nutshell, the fruit has fallen out and what's left? I sometimes feel like I'm leading a parallel life to the actual "real one" with my C, which is floating around somewhere in the universe and I can't see it! I sound nutty but it amazes me the way the human mind reacts to these sudden, tragic changes of life. I also look at the clock continously, especially afternoons and evenings, wishing for the day to end as quickly as possible. It's tough but we'll get there. Rose
Wow, this really speaks to me. Plasticene Glass, Desolation of disbelief - so many soul touching words.
Rose, you couldn't of expressed this any better. I feel right where you are. It will be 3 years Nov 4th at 5:30 pm. It's still so shocking. K
Thank you... my poetry is very personal and I have trouble sharing it with anybody. The people on GIC make me comfortable enough to explore in this direction. I appreciate your comments!
I just wanted to share some news with all my friends. My cousin from London is coming for lunch tomorrow with her husband. We haven't seen each other for about twenty five years! Just Christmas greetings by post and recently emails. We were both 30 yr-olds when we last met, no recent photos, so imagine the surprise when we meet! I'll let you know. Rose
I love that for you Rose. What a reunion you’ll have! I’m thrilled for you!!! Can’t wait to hear how it goes. Robin
Rose and Karen, I didn’t realize your losses were in November. I’m sure I knew and have forgotten. Karen’s life turned upside down Nov 4 I don’t know the date for Rose. But I know your life changed forever also. It will be 5 years for me Nov 17 at 11:34 pm. Like you have each expressed, I’m not the same person I was and have no idea who I am. Nothing feels right, everything is harder. I don’t even look the same. The hobbies I couldn’t wait to enjoy when we retired mean nothing to me. Still figuring out my purpose. But helping people here on GIC helps me also. My brother took me out for a very nice birthday lunch. I got up that day and wanted to cancel. No desire to go. But I pushed and it was nice to get out and have conversations with different people. But I want to go to lunch with Ron and that’s not happening. Ever since my birthday, actually before my birthday, I’m not sleeping. Which is affecting me in many ways. It happens each year on what used to be special dates. I’ll get past this. But then start stressing over Nov 17. It never seems to end. But I do have better days then I used to. Music and pictures set me off but I do have laughter in my life again and as always nature is healing me. How great is it that although we’re all struggling we have GIC that brought us together and everyone understands. It’s safe. All the best to everyone. Hugs and love to all. Robin
Robin, I guess it never ends. Me too, hobbies l once had and thought about, out the door. I guess we have to accept things the way they are. Hum, hard. And get up and do our best. What's that saying, "life doesn't promise us a rose garden" or something like that. Keep upright as a friend told me. Almost 3 years and l can't either listen to music , Jack loved music. Well, thank god for this site, yes it's safely. K
Karen, People tell me you’ll get there. I’ll get where. I have nothing to aim for. We all had a rose garden though didn’t we. I’d say things get better. But things linger too. What we each want we can’t have what we can have we don’t want and so it goes. I think I can speak for all of us in saying. Even though life is so hard now, I don’t think any of us would change a thing. Even knowing in advance that Ron would pass way too young, I’d do it all over again. Music affects us in so many ways, it’s a struggle. Ron used to sing to me. How I miss that. Robin
I try to think of it this way, try. We had what a lot of people never experience, true love and with that comes true pain. We were blessed.
