In 2017 two aunts and an uncle passed away because to cancer. Since then I have no longer been interested in others people' everyday life. The broken tooth, the car that doesn't work, the cat that broke the vase... Why should I care about these things when my heart is broken into a million pieces? I know this feeling is due to the pain I still feel. Healing takes time. In the meantime I just keep going
Healing certainly does take time. The balance of the little things, the big things. Broken teeth! Broken cars! Broken hearts...I continue to struggle to hold it all. Thank you for sharing.
I am only 43, but I have lost both my parents, my mom to cancer and my dad to a stroke. I don't want to, but it sets me apart from other people my age who still have their parents - my partner included. It makes me feel different somehow, older, warier, maybe. But sometimes when we're together, like the scene you describe at the playground with other mothers, I forget. For 5 minutes, maybe more, maybe less, I feel blissfully oblivious of the grief and I'm not a bereaved daughter, just a woman enjoying herself with the people she loves. We truly have no choice but to keep going so we can enjoy the beauty of life despite the terror of losing it all. (And yet, even though we have no choice, how impossibly brave and heartbreaking is it, when you think about it?) Thanks for sharing, Alexa, as always <3
In 2017 two aunts and an uncle passed away because to cancer. Since then I have no longer been interested in others people' everyday life. The broken tooth, the car that doesn't work, the cat that broke the vase... Why should I care about these things when my heart is broken into a million pieces? I know this feeling is due to the pain I still feel. Healing takes time. In the meantime I just keep going
Healing certainly does take time. The balance of the little things, the big things. Broken teeth! Broken cars! Broken hearts...I continue to struggle to hold it all. Thank you for sharing.
Love you, Ed <3
LOVE YOU BACK!
Thank you :)
I am only 43, but I have lost both my parents, my mom to cancer and my dad to a stroke. I don't want to, but it sets me apart from other people my age who still have their parents - my partner included. It makes me feel different somehow, older, warier, maybe. But sometimes when we're together, like the scene you describe at the playground with other mothers, I forget. For 5 minutes, maybe more, maybe less, I feel blissfully oblivious of the grief and I'm not a bereaved daughter, just a woman enjoying herself with the people she loves. We truly have no choice but to keep going so we can enjoy the beauty of life despite the terror of losing it all. (And yet, even though we have no choice, how impossibly brave and heartbreaking is it, when you think about it?) Thanks for sharing, Alexa, as always <3
This is beautiful 🤎