thank you, Jackie. I love that you call it his birthday. I think of him as moving on to whatever comes next. I've always felt that as his joining up or merging with all that's everything. That's comforting to me. xoxo
Ditto, Bill. And I love this life too much to not stick around. Thanks for taking my mind elsewhere with those collages. Wish I could find more of that paper...sigh. I looked in Philadelphia last week but no luck...
I was feeling overwhelmed by phone calls to congress and incoming news of more irreparable damage so I went to lie down with the kitties on the bed for a break. I read your post and closed my eyes to listen. Tears.
One of my favorite things in the world is singing that song with you, Kirsti. Next time we're together, ok? Rest, sweet friend. Let the kitties comfort you. They're a miracle.
Hugs Bar! You have many reasons for feeling sad right now.
When my Dad passed, a close child hood friend shared with me that the deeper and more painful the sadness is, the greater the love one has experienced. I have found this to be true.
My hope is that you too find the peace that comes from knowing how loved you were by your loved ones who have passed and how much you are loved by those who are still around to tell you how much you mean to them. My prayer is that you find the JOY that comes from everyday living even during those times of sadness and loss. XO Mary
Dear Mary, I agree with your friend. I think that's why Forrest is still so close. I've never loved anyone more or in the same way. Contentedness and acceptance of it all is my hope. Thank you. And love.
Time is strange indeed. There are times when I forget that Forrest was ever here at all and times when it seems like a week ago, and every feeling in between. Love is constant, though… thanks for being there the whole time, Chara.
Listening to this song, which, as you know, YouTube offers up to me all the time, in the context of what it brings back for you utterly transforms it. The sweetness the song brings to your heart is an example of THE magic trick, right? Allowing feelings of sadness for what we've lost to transmute into gratitude and joy that they were ours in the first place. Better than pulling a rabbit out of a hat. It's probably the key.
So right, Robby. It’s the big magical mystery for us, isn’t it?
I think of Beach Day at Supertots when I sing it, but also hurricane whomever in 2000 when Forrest discovered the wind and couldn’t have loved it more. All he wanted to do was stand on his tippy toes, lean into that wind, close his eyes, and feel it while I held his waist to steady him. It was the first night he slept through the night too, while trees were slamming down all around our house. Crazy scary for us. Bliss for him. Nuts! It all comes back to me when I sing or hear that song. Always interesting to hear what other people think when they hear it. ❤️
During that storm, we had a bear visit the maple tree in our front yard. She’d been trying to reach they suet feeder for days, but during the hurricane it was as if she’d thought about it and made a plan: She ran straight up the tree and bit through the branch holding the feeder. Down it came. Memorable storm, that one, though your memory is so so sweet!
Sending you hugs Bar. Having lost a son also, I know how hard it is . He is my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night . It changed me as a person . Part of me died . I often think of you and sweet Forrest. ❤️
Dear Kathy, How did I not know this?? Or did I and my brain lost a screw? Thank you for telling me, reminding me, being there, understanding, feeling the love, knowing the loss and carrying on. You've always been an inspiration to me. Much love back at you.
thank you, Jackie. I love that you call it his birthday. I think of him as moving on to whatever comes next. I've always felt that as his joining up or merging with all that's everything. That's comforting to me. xoxo
Grieving and aging are hard but friends like you make it easier for me. And others. Thank you. Stick around.❤️
Ditto, Bill. And I love this life too much to not stick around. Thanks for taking my mind elsewhere with those collages. Wish I could find more of that paper...sigh. I looked in Philadelphia last week but no luck...
I was feeling overwhelmed by phone calls to congress and incoming news of more irreparable damage so I went to lie down with the kitties on the bed for a break. I read your post and closed my eyes to listen. Tears.
And chills. Thank you, beautiful Bar.
One of my favorite things in the world is singing that song with you, Kirsti. Next time we're together, ok? Rest, sweet friend. Let the kitties comfort you. They're a miracle.
Yes, please. It’s truly one of my favorite things too. ❤️
:) Thank you, Kirsti. xo
Hugs Bar! You have many reasons for feeling sad right now.
When my Dad passed, a close child hood friend shared with me that the deeper and more painful the sadness is, the greater the love one has experienced. I have found this to be true.
My hope is that you too find the peace that comes from knowing how loved you were by your loved ones who have passed and how much you are loved by those who are still around to tell you how much you mean to them. My prayer is that you find the JOY that comes from everyday living even during those times of sadness and loss. XO Mary
Dear Mary, I agree with your friend. I think that's why Forrest is still so close. I've never loved anyone more or in the same way. Contentedness and acceptance of it all is my hope. Thank you. And love.
Twenty-four years.... Sweet Forrest. <3 Time is the strangest thing, and the love just keeps growing. Big hugs and love to you, Bar.
Time is strange indeed. There are times when I forget that Forrest was ever here at all and times when it seems like a week ago, and every feeling in between. Love is constant, though… thanks for being there the whole time, Chara.
Thank you, Bar! I feel you, and I love this song. Love and Light to you and Forrest. XOX Ingeborg
Thank you, Ingeborg. I’m grateful. ❤️
Listening to this song, which, as you know, YouTube offers up to me all the time, in the context of what it brings back for you utterly transforms it. The sweetness the song brings to your heart is an example of THE magic trick, right? Allowing feelings of sadness for what we've lost to transmute into gratitude and joy that they were ours in the first place. Better than pulling a rabbit out of a hat. It's probably the key.
So right, Robby. It’s the big magical mystery for us, isn’t it?
I think of Beach Day at Supertots when I sing it, but also hurricane whomever in 2000 when Forrest discovered the wind and couldn’t have loved it more. All he wanted to do was stand on his tippy toes, lean into that wind, close his eyes, and feel it while I held his waist to steady him. It was the first night he slept through the night too, while trees were slamming down all around our house. Crazy scary for us. Bliss for him. Nuts! It all comes back to me when I sing or hear that song. Always interesting to hear what other people think when they hear it. ❤️
During that storm, we had a bear visit the maple tree in our front yard. She’d been trying to reach they suet feeder for days, but during the hurricane it was as if she’d thought about it and made a plan: She ran straight up the tree and bit through the branch holding the feeder. Down it came. Memorable storm, that one, though your memory is so so sweet!
Smart bear! I guess she got the suet?? And I assume you watched all this??? Yikes!
Sending you hugs Bar. Having lost a son also, I know how hard it is . He is my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night . It changed me as a person . Part of me died . I often think of you and sweet Forrest. ❤️
Dear Kathy, How did I not know this?? Or did I and my brain lost a screw? Thank you for telling me, reminding me, being there, understanding, feeling the love, knowing the loss and carrying on. You've always been an inspiration to me. Much love back at you.
Thank for this. I will go make something today. Yay.
I'm trying to do that today, too. Worked on some vocals earlier, hoping to finish something soon (and finally!) Thank you, Beth.
Yay. Love
safe travels. Will write soon. Time to rest. Walk. Get some fresh air. Long day...