If we remember the dead, they are never really gone! Thank you for the reminder. I am remembering my grandmother, who helped my mother to raise me, taught me to read and set targets before I could play. I learned my discipline from her early on!
I'm saving this forever whenever I'm missing my Michonne. I had to have her put to sleep a few years ago. It was the worse thing I've had to do. Her ashes are displayed in our living room with a photo of St. Francis. I'll never forget her. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️
Beautiful piece on how grief demands space rather than resolution. The Altered Carbon refernce landed perfectly because that "one more day" impulse is so universal, even when rationally we know it wouldn't be enough. I lost my grandmother last year and still catch myself wanting to tel her things before remembering she's gone. The shift from seeking closure to honoring continuity feels like permission to grieve without a deadline.
People made fun of it at the time, but the quote "What is grief, if not love perservering?" from Wandavision has really stuck with me. So yeah, fully agreed here.
Only the living can honor the dead. People can believe what they want as far as afterlife, but the only way the dead live is in the words of those they meant something too. I have had many good dogs and I still speak there names. We live in age of instant pictures. I did not grow up that way. I have surprisingly few pictures of my childhood and early adult life. Pictures did not mean much to me or my brothers (my brothers are my family). But I remember them all the same. I say their names I tell my friends about them.
I have lost several brothers and I will always remember them, say their names, and tell of their deeds. Same goes for anything or anyone who meant something to you.
I recently lost my elderly dog and two nights after he came to me in a dream- young and happy and healthy. He was so soft and warm. I thanked him and told him to visit whenever he can. He makes his appearances here and there in a random dream. He just trots into my arms from the edge of a forest somewhere and I get to hold him and feel him. It’s really beautiful and I’m so thankful for this experience.
I love the idea of the day of the dead celebration in Mexico. I think that it makes sense. Most of us treat death like it’s something that should be kept in the back rooms of hospitals. It’s sterile and clean, but the reality it’s is one of the only things we are guaranteed in this life. It’s something we all have in common. I loved reading this.
If we remember the dead, they are never really gone! Thank you for the reminder. I am remembering my grandmother, who helped my mother to raise me, taught me to read and set targets before I could play. I learned my discipline from her early on!
I'm saving this forever whenever I'm missing my Michonne. I had to have her put to sleep a few years ago. It was the worse thing I've had to do. Her ashes are displayed in our living room with a photo of St. Francis. I'll never forget her. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️
Beautiful piece on how grief demands space rather than resolution. The Altered Carbon refernce landed perfectly because that "one more day" impulse is so universal, even when rationally we know it wouldn't be enough. I lost my grandmother last year and still catch myself wanting to tel her things before remembering she's gone. The shift from seeking closure to honoring continuity feels like permission to grieve without a deadline.
People made fun of it at the time, but the quote "What is grief, if not love perservering?" from Wandavision has really stuck with me. So yeah, fully agreed here.
Only the living can honor the dead. People can believe what they want as far as afterlife, but the only way the dead live is in the words of those they meant something too. I have had many good dogs and I still speak there names. We live in age of instant pictures. I did not grow up that way. I have surprisingly few pictures of my childhood and early adult life. Pictures did not mean much to me or my brothers (my brothers are my family). But I remember them all the same. I say their names I tell my friends about them.
I have lost several brothers and I will always remember them, say their names, and tell of their deeds. Same goes for anything or anyone who meant something to you.
I recently lost my elderly dog and two nights after he came to me in a dream- young and happy and healthy. He was so soft and warm. I thanked him and told him to visit whenever he can. He makes his appearances here and there in a random dream. He just trots into my arms from the edge of a forest somewhere and I get to hold him and feel him. It’s really beautiful and I’m so thankful for this experience.
I love the idea of the day of the dead celebration in Mexico. I think that it makes sense. Most of us treat death like it’s something that should be kept in the back rooms of hospitals. It’s sterile and clean, but the reality it’s is one of the only things we are guaranteed in this life. It’s something we all have in common. I loved reading this.
I feel much the same. I also think I might lose it on those days.
It's hard. I still haven't written about Max.
Maybe someday.
I hope you do. I swear sometimes I hate the universe for taking her from me.
Always excellent