Several things have kept me from posting this week!
Monday was my sister's birthday and I ended up getting stranded at my mother's house when my car broke down. My son and I didn't get back home until after all the celebrating was over. And then, yesterday, we found out that my mother's dog had died!
Jonathan was quite upset about that and we spent much of the day processing those feelings.
What's interesting is that Mickey (the dog) seems to have died of a broken heart. Another dog disappeared recently from the backyard where he usually barked quite happily at Mickey, and Mickey began to "bay at the moon" according to my mother. Then, she hardly wanted to eat, picking at the food my mother brought to her. Less than a week later, she died.
And Jonathan had been told about what was happening and he was the one who intuited that she was sad about Sunny 2's death. He told me yesterday that he also had a feeling Mickey would die, so he told her goodbye a few days ago. My mother did, too.
Jonathan has decided that Mickey and Sunny 2 are playing happily together in heaven.
Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Grief Is Normal. Just Not Pleasant!
In my life, in 2008, I am the happiest I've ever been. But right now, not so much!
Integrating loss into the personal fabric of my life is such a challenge. Because it literally stops me in my tracks! Stunned, like a deer caught by headlights, frozen and wondering what to do. Apparently, celebrities we like belong to us and become part of the family. At least, that's been my experience.
And even weirder, I have been feeling somewhat comforted by Heath's energy. Am I imagining it? I don't know. Do I imagine God's presence?
It makes me really strongly suspect that we have access to loved ones after they die and they, to us. I have had that thought before. I've often felt like my father was with me, here and there, trying to make up for the ghastly childhood he created for me. And after a while, I accepted that that was what was happening. I've heard others say the same thing.
But if I can be comforted by someone I never met, then what else is possible?
Integrating loss into the personal fabric of my life is such a challenge. Because it literally stops me in my tracks! Stunned, like a deer caught by headlights, frozen and wondering what to do. Apparently, celebrities we like belong to us and become part of the family. At least, that's been my experience.
And even weirder, I have been feeling somewhat comforted by Heath's energy. Am I imagining it? I don't know. Do I imagine God's presence?
It makes me really strongly suspect that we have access to loved ones after they die and they, to us. I have had that thought before. I've often felt like my father was with me, here and there, trying to make up for the ghastly childhood he created for me. And after a while, I accepted that that was what was happening. I've heard others say the same thing.
But if I can be comforted by someone I never met, then what else is possible?
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