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On Jul 8, 2014Mary L wrote :
When my mother died after a very long illness, at first I felt nothing, only numbness. I returned from the funeral in New England, where the family had gathered like a warm blanket to comfort and to connect at some deep level of awareness. When I went into church the following Sunday, one of the women said that she knew exactly how I was feeling, as she had lost her mother a year before. She said, "I guarantee that within a year, you will be finished with your grieving." I was annoyed and muttered something about mourning taking its own time.
I suppose this woman was, as we often do, struggling for words and coming up short. It's been almost three years and once in a while I run through that old conversation with myself ... what if we had had one more conversation ... could we have redeemed our rocky relationship. At first, I felt anxiety every time this thought came. Now, I embrace that thought ... we don't know .... wishing can't change anything that is no longer possible ... and as it flows through me, like a feathery breeze, I lean into it, and watch it move through and pass along. Everything changes.
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On Aug 17, 2021Janet.allen wrote :
This response has helped me a lot as I have deep regrets about not telling my partner how much I loved him before he died
On Jul 8, 2014 Mary L wrote :
When my mother died after a very long illness, at first I felt nothing, only numbness. I returned from the funeral in New England, where the family had gathered like a warm blanket to comfort and to connect at some deep level of awareness. When I went into church the following Sunday, one of the women said that she knew exactly how I was feeling, as she had lost her mother a year before. She said, "I guarantee that within a year, you will be finished with your grieving." I was annoyed and muttered something about mourning taking its own time.
I suppose this woman was, as we often do, struggling for words and coming up short. It's been almost three years and once in a while I run through that old conversation with myself ... what if we had had one more conversation ... could we have redeemed our rocky relationship. At first, I felt anxiety every time this thought came. Now, I embrace that thought ... we don't know .... wishing can't change anything that is no longer possible ... and as it flows through me, like a feathery breeze, I lean into it, and watch it move through and pass along. Everything changes.