I guess I have a reputation here of putting a positive spin on things. I'll take that. As long as you understand that doesn't mean that this has been easy for me or that I don't have any 'down' moments. That said, I'd like to offer this space for only POSITIVE thoughts ... quotes, poems, photos ... things that may help you to feel a little spark of HOPE when you most need it.
Such a good idea, Dianne. Our lives are filled with positives and beauty but sometimes we allow the negatives to dominate our thoughts. This is a great visual aid to help us turn around and to gently remind us when we're feeling down. Thanks for the suggestion!
Hi Dianne. A friend sent me the good experience jar as part of his new years day greeting. That is the mindulfness that comes with an old friend.
it is a great idea. Like a good news journal on post its in a jar.
I have had several of my childhood friends connect with me. My mom passed away in September. One year and a month after my husband. Some of my childhood friends whom i have not seen for decades were at the funeral. I don't see them because i have chosen to avoid the social gatherings. They are all still very married, very happy and i am not ready for all that married cheer. I do connect with them on FB and whatsapp. It is what i can deal with for now. Best wishes and may our jars be filled with reasons to smile in 2018.
This was in my Facebook memories today and I'd like to share it here. It's pretty much how I've tried to live my life since Vern died. It was written by Richard Wagamese, an Ojibway author:
Missing someone is feeling a piece of your heart gone astray. Sure, it keeps beating, sure you keep breathing, but there’s a gap in the rhythm of it, and a gap in the rhythm of the everyday things around you. You seem to move a little less gracefully – but you still move – and that’s the critical thing. Because missing someone doesn’t mean all things grind to a halt. Instead, it means you move out of gratitude for the gift of their presence in your life, you move to keep experiencing, to keep confronting life head on, so that the returning - when it happens - allows you to reunite with them as MORE. I miss you today… but I am in the process of becoming more for you, more human, more alive, more real despite the ache. Not a bad sentiment I figure…
Hi Diane.. And so it is. And so it is.
I'd like to share with you a good news about my younger daughter.Her first surgery for removing a pigment naevus showed that she has no melanoma.And the second surgery for pulling out a retained wisdom teeth was ok,too.
Best wishes to all!
I too would like to share some good news with you.
Yesterday, finally, my late husband's previous house finally SOLD! We had almost thirty years of owning two houses, and I was left with his little 19th century place to sell. The market here is not good, but I had hopes.
I didn't really find it hard letting it go,in principle; but what I found hard was the unbelievable to-ing and fro-ing on the part of the potential buyer and his lawyer (who shouldn't be in practice, in my opinion); I was ready to let go - and then there came the queries - the "Ah, but what about . . . ?" which were the product of misreading the title deeds, repeatedly :-) Yes, OK, I can laugh a little now, but it was very stressful. It got so I couldn't bear to drive through the village and pass in front of the property.
Well, as I say: it sold. Money's in the bank. The news came in while I was cleaning the kitchen floor. After I'd hung up, I stood there, not knowing what to do; so I got on with cleaning the kitchen floor - after all, life goes on . . .
Congrats, catapan. Surely it must feel good to only have one house now to be concerned about.
I finally sold my husband's car. I used it for a while, but it has just sat in the driveway for the last 2 years. The young fellow who sold me my new car bought it and is going to lovingly restore it. It was hard seeing it loaded up on the tow truck and taken away, but it was time.
I bet it was hard, Dianne. Congratulations on making such a hard decision. Sometimes I come upon a picture of me driving up onto a trailer the gorgeous little Mini Cooper Don had bought several years before he died. I couldn't drive it without crying so I did sell it about 6 months after he died. The picture still can bring tears to my eyes 5.5 years later. Selling that car closed the book on part of our life. Take care!
great news catapan.
Happy to hear good results for your daughter, mareli.
Mareli. that is such wonderful news. thank you for sharing. just wonderful. May your daughter have a joyful, peacefully, productive healthy life.
Thank you,Slick and Dianne in Nevada.
It's a hard decision to sell your husband's car and house.Congratulations on you and catapan.I gave away my husband's clothes but can't leave our flat.So much history and memories of 4 generations.I cry remembering his last night and I still can't believe that he will never ever come back but I will feel worse if I leave our home.This is the only place I feel safe.I will keep and drive his car too.The hardest part is our family business,seing every day his papers,signature,phone,thinking of him,missing him....