Here in our blog world, we do the opposite -- we dissolve those boundaries entirely.
We expose our rawest, most intimate feelings to each other. And other bloggers aren't our clients. They're our friends. Sure, we actively grieve our friends' losses, like friends do. But, how about those other bloggers we don't know, on whose blog doorsteps we find ourselves after blog-hopping or at the request of another blogger or through LFCA? You don't have to know these peers of ours to deeply feel the reverb of their stories.
My grandmother is ill. At nearly 98 years old, she has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and is now, as she puts it, "ready to leave the fair." I understand how she must be feeling - between the fatigue, the fear, the sadness and the general decline of her health, she has just had enough of this life. My only wish for her is that she dies before the cancer becomes too debilitating, so she can avoid as much pain as possible....more
This isn't my usual blog style, and I hope you forgive the departure. For once, I would actually like to use this darn thing as a "journal" like some other bloggers do. You see, I have a problem. Ok I have many, laugh it up. I have this giant heart, but a big void empty place situated someplace lower. My attempts to fill the void are always so temporary, it's like a drug. You feel great doing it, then later you are only reminded of the things you don't have, the loss you are trying to make up for....more
About a month ago I cried about the New England Patriots. This took place the night before the Superbowl, mind you. And it had nothing to do with the team, their ensuing game, or giving a rat’s ass about football whatsoever. It had to do with the last time they won the Super Bowl. Or at least, what was happening in my life at that time.For some reason I thought about this as I was brushing my teeth to go to bed. As I thought of our next day’s plans—going to a friend’s house to watch the game—a distinct image popped into my mind, and started me bawling....more
More bad news today. I couldn't possibly just have a normal miscarriage. Oh no. No best case scenario for me. That's not how things go. First, many months of trying and failing to get pregnant.Then, finally, a pregnancy.A week later, bad news: failed pregnancy, miscarriage.Days and days of blood tests, ultrasounds and doctor's visits. But no answers.Then today:...more
Where have I been? Well, crazy things have been happening around here.First there was this:And then a week later there was a phone call from my doctor saying it was over. Not a viable pregnancy.But actually, before any of that, there was a lot of this:...more
Couple weeks ago I blogged about the “The Saddest Goodbye ever …” Part of the pain was due to the fact that we miss that very someone and we are no longer able to feel and communicate with that person, unfortunately … --courtesy of glamquotes.com My younger daughter and I experienced losing valuable friendships several years ago....more
If you didn’t know how teens feel about other teens dying, you will now! “Lost Count: A Love Story.” This is more than I can say or relate. Their pain is more than I can bear. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVD-HsHoUNM&feature=share(Please copy and paste the link to your browser to see the film clip if link doesn't work.)This video clip was brought to my attention my Amelia M. Albanese, linked on Facebook.The needless death of any child is felt by all....more
Ted was born on a naval base in Bremerton, WA., in 1933. His father died in the South Pacific during World War II, in 1943. After Ted’s father’s death, his mother moved, with her children, to San Diego, CA. Resentful after the death of her husband, she began to drink. She became angry and beat Ted and his younger sister. At the age of sixteen Ted dropped out of high school, lied about his age and enlisted in the U.S Navy. He was eager to escape his troubled home life. He was soon assigned to an aircraft carrier and deployed to Korea....more