My gut tightens with grief as my dear man's ashes are buried today in a family plot in Ireland.
I am confused. The past 22 months have become 22 seconds in my mind.
What happened?
I need help. I do not want help.
I want to be left alone, I hate to be left alone.
I am trying to feel the desolation, I fear and run from the desolation.
I want to throw up.
And so it goes.
I want to be left alone, I hate to be left alone.
I am trying to feel the desolation, I fear and run from the desolation.
I want to throw up.
And so it goes.
Last night I put myself to work. I made blocks from his second shirt.
Conservative marries funky.
And has a forever love affair.
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I hope you can feel my virtual hug.
Sending you love and hugs.
Sending hugs filled with love, dear friend.
When my son was killed I couldn't get past the sadness.It seemed like every second of the day was filled with grief. I don't know when it happened. One day I found myself smiling when I thought of a Christmas gift he gave me. Some how we get through it, maybe not fully but enough to live and laugh sometimes. I love the shirt plus "you go sew". It's perfect!
Sending peace and light....keep stitching xxx
You are so true, my thoughts are with you!
Myrto
All of my words feel trite in my mouth, but I shall utter them anyway. Your grief is a wonderful testimony of your love, and the quilt blocks a tangible evidence of partnership forever. You will make it through this day and tomorrow will grant its own strength for you yet again. Hang on, dear friend, and breathe in and out and sew. Hugs, prayers, many thoughts.
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