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.
I teared up reading this ❤️ I recently lost my cat and my life feels empty without him. I think about him everyday and there is nothing I wouldn't do to see him again.
I agree that we should remember the dead more. It's the only way to feel their presence with us and stay connected with them. I think of my grandmother everyday: when I hear about the series she used to watch, when I see the magazines we used to read together, when I pass by her house, when I pour coffee in the morning... I miss her so much and wonder everyday what would lofe be like if she was still here with us...
Maria, I’m so sorry about your cat and your grandmother. Losing those we love leaves such a brutal emptiness. What you wrote really moved me because it is so true. They stay with us in all the ordinary moments, and I do think remembering them keeps them alive in our hearts. Thank you for sharing something so beautiful.
This is so beautiful ❤️ I have a shepherd so spoke it really spoke to me more so. Everything that touches us, never leaves, not really. Thank you for sharing such love 🫶
This is beautifully expressed. The way you speak about remembering as devotion gives grief a different shape, one that feels steady and allowed. The passage about wanting one more day carries a lot of weight. It feels simple and true in a way that stays with the reader.
Thank you for writing this, I felt every line of it.
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. ❤️
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.
it is hard sometimes but it’s so important to keep this vision of life
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.
I teared up reading this ❤️ I recently lost my cat and my life feels empty without him. I think about him everyday and there is nothing I wouldn't do to see him again.
I agree that we should remember the dead more. It's the only way to feel their presence with us and stay connected with them. I think of my grandmother everyday: when I hear about the series she used to watch, when I see the magazines we used to read together, when I pass by her house, when I pour coffee in the morning... I miss her so much and wonder everyday what would lofe be like if she was still here with us...
Maria, I’m so sorry about your cat and your grandmother. Losing those we love leaves such a brutal emptiness. What you wrote really moved me because it is so true. They stay with us in all the ordinary moments, and I do think remembering them keeps them alive in our hearts. Thank you for sharing something so beautiful.
This is so beautiful ❤️ I have a shepherd so spoke it really spoke to me more so. Everything that touches us, never leaves, not really. Thank you for sharing such love 🫶
I have two Belgian shepherds, and this hits like a truck. 😢 Thanks for extending such a piece.
please post pics!!! I have 2 GSD’s- a black & silver & a sable… they are a lot lol. I still miss my Zee. Thank you for reading!
Aw very nice I do enjoy it aw just one more day 😢
And now I’m crying… 🥹 Beautifully said.
This is beautifully expressed. The way you speak about remembering as devotion gives grief a different shape, one that feels steady and allowed. The passage about wanting one more day carries a lot of weight. It feels simple and true in a way that stays with the reader.
Thank you for writing this, I felt every line of it.
Always excellent
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. ❤️
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.
This is really powerful. "Permission to love without resolution", that stayed with me.
I hope you do. I swear sometimes I hate the universe for taking her from me.