Comments on: Sometimes…

By: lynne s of oz

lynne s of oz — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:38:47 +0000

Oh dear – reminds me of when I broke, not lost, Mum’s Mixing Bowl. *The* mixing bowl, the best one ever! I hope whatever it is, it reappears in your life soon!
(Maybe get some happy yarn out and play with it?)

By: Diana Troldahl

Diana Troldahl — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:10:19 +0000

Let it out, let it flow.
Honor your grief, hon.
The things you mourn deserve the time, and you will be better for it after it passes.

By: Chelle

Chelle — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:48:23 +0000

Oh sweetie – big hug. You express things in ways that I can totally identify with, we’ve all been there. But you’re there now, and I hope it gets better.

By: Jan

Jan — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 20:20:46 +0000

Oh my…how I can relate. It seems as though my losses and my reactions are always out of sync. Understand.

A few years ago, I lost my sister, my mother-in-law and my best friend’s husband, all in 9 weeks. I was the stoic, the glue that held everyone together.

Three weeks later, I broke an old Christmas ornament and lost it. Totally. No one every understood until today, when I know you do.

Yes, we are too busy for this. Isn’t it grand that we can feel such grief. If we coudn’t, how could we know the joy in our lives?

Wipe your nose on your sleeve and smile.

Jan

By: Trish

Trish — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 17:44:25 +0000

Well, you know I know exactly what you’re talking about, since I am still mourning the loss of my very special car. Yesterday there was one exactly like it (same limited edition in the beautiful bright green) at the cider mill where we were enjoying the day thanks to my husband’s company event there. The car was parked there all day, taunting me. Even though it was a very limited edition, and very few in Michigan…there it was. Right at the end of a row where I couldn’t miss seeing it. Over and over. In a parking lot with hundreds of cars. Ouch.

My new car means little to me, emotionally. Mike pointed out it’s first dent (looks like a wayward shopping cart at work) and it didn’t phase me. Every tiny little scratch or dent (and especially the bigger ones!) on my Yarnbox pained me so much because I loved that car. It was special to me. It was part of my identity. But I feel nothing for this new car except that it is transportation, and it’s a pretty color.

Even when I see another xB that is not the limited edition, in one of the boring non-colors, it still makes my heart hurt a little.

Yes, it was a car. Not a person, not a pet. A car. But I loved that car, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

So whatever your loss is today, I am sorry. And I understand.

Hugs to you….