Great photo Bar!! Thx for sharing your thoughts. I totally understand where you are coming from re: your mom. This is all part of the grieving and letting go. In time, your earlier memories of your mom will reappear for you and you will be able to
Smile, laugh, and relive some wonderful happy times you shared with your mom rather than solely on her last 6 months of life…. Be patient. Sending you a hug ❤️
Just looking at that picture and rummaging through others to find that one did me a world of good, Chrisy. Glad you liked it. I don't know who took it, but I'm guessing it was someone they just met at Rockefeller Center. That was their style, as you know. Talking to everybody everywhere. A trait that I admire enormously.
It was good for me to read this this morning, Bar. I’ve been thinking about impermanence, the changing of all things. That can get cliche-d into thoughts about shifting weather and changing seasons. But you’ve widened the lens: Memory is impermanent. Grief is impermanent. Boredom, adventure, suffering, gladness, and (maybe especially)expectations are impermanent. They all flow toward us, and then flow past us and away, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly. I don’t know what that means or what to make of it, really. But somehow, just accounting for the flow of everything adds something beautiful somehow, to me anyway. But achingly beautiful.
Dear Nicole, Thank you for this. No question about how things change; how I change, how my needs and emotions have changed especially as I get older and so many other things are changing. I expect my emotions to shift even more in the coming months, and maybe mostly when I need my mom and she's not there. She was the first person I called when something hard was happening in my life. Eventually another hard thing will come...Lots to think about...and lots to write about too. I suspect the thinking you're doing is preparing you for writing, or you're in the midst of it...hope so.
Sending lots of love, Bar.
Thank you, Julie ❤️
Such smiles. Renmnding me of yours.
Their smiles is what I love about that picture. Can't fake a real smile, and catching it in a photograph is rare.
Very wonderful thing to say and hear...thank you.
Great photo Bar!! Thx for sharing your thoughts. I totally understand where you are coming from re: your mom. This is all part of the grieving and letting go. In time, your earlier memories of your mom will reappear for you and you will be able to
Smile, laugh, and relive some wonderful happy times you shared with your mom rather than solely on her last 6 months of life…. Be patient. Sending you a hug ❤️
Just looking at that picture and rummaging through others to find that one did me a world of good, Chrisy. Glad you liked it. I don't know who took it, but I'm guessing it was someone they just met at Rockefeller Center. That was their style, as you know. Talking to everybody everywhere. A trait that I admire enormously.
What absolute life shining in your parents eyes in this photo! Thank you for sharing!
It was good for me to read this this morning, Bar. I’ve been thinking about impermanence, the changing of all things. That can get cliche-d into thoughts about shifting weather and changing seasons. But you’ve widened the lens: Memory is impermanent. Grief is impermanent. Boredom, adventure, suffering, gladness, and (maybe especially)expectations are impermanent. They all flow toward us, and then flow past us and away, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly. I don’t know what that means or what to make of it, really. But somehow, just accounting for the flow of everything adds something beautiful somehow, to me anyway. But achingly beautiful.
Dear Nicole, Thank you for this. No question about how things change; how I change, how my needs and emotions have changed especially as I get older and so many other things are changing. I expect my emotions to shift even more in the coming months, and maybe mostly when I need my mom and she's not there. She was the first person I called when something hard was happening in my life. Eventually another hard thing will come...Lots to think about...and lots to write about too. I suspect the thinking you're doing is preparing you for writing, or you're in the midst of it...hope so.
Felt similarly when Granny passed.