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Oh dear.
I hope you fel better by now. It will pass. Acceptance and calm goes a long way. With you all the way.
posted by
Greenfields
on November 15, 2009 at 5:23 AM
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Just popped in to say thank you for your comment and the great advice which I will follow.
posted by
vogue
on November 6, 2009 at 12:32 PM
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I'm so glad you're still here.
Still writing, too, I hope.
posted by
Pat_B
on November 5, 2009 at 3:45 PM
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PS - have you ever seen the "signing choir" - it's lovely.. saw them at Carols by Candlelight some years ago at the Domain in Sydney..
posted by
mneme
on November 4, 2009 at 12:56 PM
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"
Some journey this..." - never a more true word, Azur.. you've been there for me, I'm here for you too.
posted by
mneme
on November 4, 2009 at 12:54 PM
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Wise
posted by
jollyjeff
on November 1, 2009 at 11:27 AM
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As my mom would say
just keep on keeping on!
And smile whenever possible. Bo
always does.
posted by
Whacky
on October 31, 2009 at 3:15 PM
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Oh, and I think that you should commit to do The Lion sleeps Tonight in
sign language in front of at least two groups of people, performing it two more times, so that she remembers the silly fun forever.
We all did Sentimental Jouney with my mom holding up a cardboard bus, we were the passengers, she was to be in a show with friends. And, I remember my sisters and Mom singing it. Sometimes we still break out in that song when actually on some sentimental journey now, in real life or in conversation. Healing. We sang it on the way to her sister's funeral while driving to California.
posted by
benzinha
on October 31, 2009 at 11:04 AM
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Your secret is paying attention to the inner you and the outer others.
When you ruminate, you see and consider and then act. A rare trait and one that sustains you when things go sad or tragic or scary on you and others.
It is not helpful to say that all will be fine in the far distant future, but it will, not truly fine, but as fine as real life can ever be if one is truly paying attention and doing something about it all.
(((((Azur))))))
posted by
benzinha
on October 31, 2009 at 11:00 AM
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Some jorney, indeed! I have been struggling as well! You have some very wise thoughts here, Azur! I got your e-mail and I hope to respond soon! This is a day I have set aside to read and catch up on correspondence! sam
posted by
sam444
on October 30, 2009 at 2:13 PM
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Re: When Benny and Harold drowned in the Cowlitz river setting smelt nets
Pat_B, Thank you for this. It is very moving. Deserves wider viewing.
posted by
Azur
on October 30, 2009 at 2:37 AM
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I can hardly ever cry, but I do write my feelings.These days they are all
joy. I never ever really cried when my sister died.
posted by
Kabu
on October 29, 2009 at 7:11 PM
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When Benny and Harold drowned in the Cowlitz river setting smelt nets
in the summer between 8th Grade and Freshman year. I'd already made up my mind to let nobody see me cry. In our small school, everyone knew everyone, we were all close. But they'd never see me cry. Ever. There were those who wanted tears, bullies in my town. I could always come up with an answer for their taunts, a curse deadlier than their curses. I could outrun them. My friends' funeral was held in the gym, more than 500 people filled it. I memorized their bodies, their scout uniforms, the white satin linings of their caskets. I could see it clearly, imprinted on my mind like a photograph because there were no tears. It took me a long time to find the sweet release that tears bring. Fifty years. I thought I'd hid my grief inside my hard shell. You took it so hard, my mother said. I'm sorry for your loss.
They see, the children do, no matter how we try. Sometimes they get it wrong, they think it's something they've done. It's bad, and yes I'm sad, but having you to love makes it better.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 29, 2009 at 2:47 PM
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That's the ticket, isn't it....let the caring in....how many of us carry these dumb shells around when we don't need them? A thoughtful post.
posted by
Darson
on October 29, 2009 at 2:43 PM
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No wonder you are not feeling so good. It's sad knowing someone is facing a pessimistic prognosis. Writing helps!
posted by
elinjo
on October 29, 2009 at 11:39 AM
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"
I pretended not to care, but I do," such a telling statement and so familiar to me.
How can one not care?
posted by
TAPS.
on October 29, 2009 at 10:58 AM
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