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I went away for the weekend and visited my sister. She opened up a new gallery and wanted me to see it. It’s in a rural location about 4-1/2 hours from here. I’ve done the drive before with Cindy and was certainly thinking about that as I enjoyed the mountain views.

Friday night at the gallery was very colorful to say the least. I woke up early Saturday morning. It was a poignant moment as I lay in the bed and thought about what had happened hour by hour 2 years ago. The tears did flow.

I spent most of Saturday walking by myself and meditating as I walked. I was focused on Cindy. I did want to honor her. At times I could feel her walking there beside me.

I drove back home on Sunday. I went to my sister-in-law’s house for a family dinner that evening. That turned out to be the “icing on the cake” for the weekend. As we were eating dinner she was talking about Cindy and laughing and smiling. It’s wonderful to see that she has done much healing and can do that. I’ve missed being able to laugh and smile with her as we remember and share wonderful moments from Cindy’s life.

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Comment by Mac on June 22, 2014 at 6:21am

The title of the following is: Death Is Nothing At All 

Of course as we all know, that isn't exactly the case but I do like this. 

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I, 
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other, 
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, 
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval, 
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Comment by katpilot on June 22, 2014 at 4:28am

It is nice though Mac to listen to family and friends talking with smiles about our lost loves. I get that a lot from Kathy's friends and our family. I use to wonder how they could be so upbeat about it but then their grief is never the same as ours is it?  I somehow find myself drawn into their happy place because I realize how much she effected so many of us. At the end of the day, when I am alone again, I'll still cry but yet remember them smiling and feel not as sad as I use to, I think it's called celebration of life . I agree with Ali.  We honor them when we do that.

This September I will celebrate my fourth anniversary since Kathy left. I will be going where we went several times and I too will know she is with me.

A peaceful day to you.

Comment by AEDforever (Ali) on June 21, 2014 at 7:00am

It is wonderful when others can talk about our loved ones and laugh and smile with us.  I think that really helps us and it is a way to honor them.

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