Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
So sorry for your loss. Take as much time as you need to sort things out. There's no right or wrong way to grieve. I'd say the defining feature of "mourning" is dwelling on your personal feelings, and sometimes they can be complicated.
That's why we say "sorry for your loss". We recognize that those left behind have lost something. The bereaved lose a part of their world, a someone who belonged in their personal life story, someone who shared memories with them that they may now have to carry alone because no one else would understand. It's not selfish to mourn, it just illustrates the value of the one who has passed and gives them their due importance.
I'm sorry for your loss like Cubby said, everyone's grief is different. I don't want to make any personal suggestions about fond memories or whatever. Take care
As someone who’s done more time in hospital beds than I’d like to admit, I can confirm—hospital ceilings are truly the unsung canvas of human imagination. Beholden, may your creativity paint masterpieces up there… preferably before the meds kick in and everything starts looking like abstract art. Stay strong and keep imagining!
I have been there. I even told my doctor they needed ceiling murals so I'd have something to look at and distract me as I lie helpless, my fate in the hands of the nurses.
I remember that counting ceiling tiles was an activity I engaged in to pass the time in the dentist's chair when I was a kid. it helped distract from the procedure and my dentist's menacing chairside manner.
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