The other night as I laid down in bed, I began thinking of all my family members who loved me & whom I also loved who are now gone. I don’t understand it - that love that surrounded me my whole life is gone & I feel the emptiness. Why? Why is that ephemeral? I said to myself it’s not fair. I can’t hug & kiss & show my love anymore nor they to me. There’s just something so wrong about that.
Dear Becky, I’m sorry for your hurt. When Forrest died (and I’m talking about years later) I wrote a song called “Remember Love” which is all about this. I wanted to write about the reality that all we have after someone dies is love. That’s a big dividend. When I cry like I did yesterday, I’m so glad I loved deeply enough that it still hurts at times. I hope that doesn’t sound too corny or shallow or hallmark or whatever. It’s just the way I’ve reconciled the whole thing for myself. I’ll send you the song so you can hear it.
I remember a time, during that 11 months, when you arrived at Prana rehearsal exuberant because you had just had such a "normal" experience with Forrest - like maybe he had been a little stubborn or naughty, I don't recall exactly what it was, but you were bursting with joy at the ordinary [miraculous, extraordinary] moment. This has stayed with me, a reminder of the beauty of the smallest moment, the most ordinary interaction - never to be taken for granted.
I’m smiling as I read this, Sarah! I wish I could remember the details too, but I remember being glad when these normal growing-up things would happen even when they were annoying for him or me. I’m glad you got something from whatever it was. Normal days are extraordinary, aren’t they? If only we could stay in that space…
Beautiful Bar. Just beautiful. I love wearing my mom's jewelry. I feel her with me when I wear her jewelry. Thinking of you a lot and your wonderful siblings, and most of all, your dad. I hope to visit with him when I return from Florida. Roger and I have been in Vero Beach the last 2 months where we have been "channeling" our parents, doing what they loved to do in VB. So sweet.
Dear Chrisy, that’s exactly right. Wearing anything that came from someone I love is powerful. Keeps me with them. I also wear a ring that I found especially to keep Forrest with me all the time. I intended to include that in my blog too before I lost myself and decided to end where I did.
I know Da will be glad to see you. I had a lot of one-on-one time with earlier this month which did me a world of good.
Family heirlooms. Memories. Stories. They are the beauty of life.
they hold stories, don't they John? Lots of love in these things...
Very powerful, Bar.
The other night as I laid down in bed, I began thinking of all my family members who loved me & whom I also loved who are now gone. I don’t understand it - that love that surrounded me my whole life is gone & I feel the emptiness. Why? Why is that ephemeral? I said to myself it’s not fair. I can’t hug & kiss & show my love anymore nor they to me. There’s just something so wrong about that.
Dear Becky, I’m sorry for your hurt. When Forrest died (and I’m talking about years later) I wrote a song called “Remember Love” which is all about this. I wanted to write about the reality that all we have after someone dies is love. That’s a big dividend. When I cry like I did yesterday, I’m so glad I loved deeply enough that it still hurts at times. I hope that doesn’t sound too corny or shallow or hallmark or whatever. It’s just the way I’ve reconciled the whole thing for myself. I’ll send you the song so you can hear it.
I remember a time, during that 11 months, when you arrived at Prana rehearsal exuberant because you had just had such a "normal" experience with Forrest - like maybe he had been a little stubborn or naughty, I don't recall exactly what it was, but you were bursting with joy at the ordinary [miraculous, extraordinary] moment. This has stayed with me, a reminder of the beauty of the smallest moment, the most ordinary interaction - never to be taken for granted.
I’m smiling as I read this, Sarah! I wish I could remember the details too, but I remember being glad when these normal growing-up things would happen even when they were annoying for him or me. I’m glad you got something from whatever it was. Normal days are extraordinary, aren’t they? If only we could stay in that space…
Beautiful Bar. Just beautiful. I love wearing my mom's jewelry. I feel her with me when I wear her jewelry. Thinking of you a lot and your wonderful siblings, and most of all, your dad. I hope to visit with him when I return from Florida. Roger and I have been in Vero Beach the last 2 months where we have been "channeling" our parents, doing what they loved to do in VB. So sweet.
Dear Chrisy, that’s exactly right. Wearing anything that came from someone I love is powerful. Keeps me with them. I also wear a ring that I found especially to keep Forrest with me all the time. I intended to include that in my blog too before I lost myself and decided to end where I did.
I know Da will be glad to see you. I had a lot of one-on-one time with earlier this month which did me a world of good.
enjoy your time away.
This is so beautiful in every way.