thoughts and musings on grief
my settings are off. there’s been a universal shift, imperceptible to the eye. random passersby are oblivious. even acquaintances remain unknowing until i verbalize the details in answer to “what’s new?”. is it still new? it’s three wednesdays since his last breath. is that a lot of time Read more…
Can I have another? It’s a holiday week – it begins with Canada’s birthday and the middle is all about American independence. I’m up in bucolic Land o’ Lakes territory at a friend’s cottage, escaping the relentless but well meaning condolences. I’m grateful for every single one, but each one Read more…
Because I was delivering my dad’s eulogy… Barrington Wintrose Huie. Quite a name for quite a man. But to most he was simply Barry. Mr. Huie to a few. And ”Dad” to two. No man is just one thing, and my father was no different. He was a provider, a Read more…
A psychic goodbye by B.H. Whisper/ Quietly/ My name/ Before you go. The night is long. Night passes through the day/ To night once more Happiness to sadness/ Nothing is ever as before. A wisp of change/ Or twitch of Fate’s /Shriveled hand/ Don’t shed a tear nor try to Read more…
I’ve changed my mind six times about today’s post. The topic is was change. Ironic? Moronic? Maybe. Things are changing all the time. Why are we resistant to some changes more than other? Kei’s little theory for today: All resistance to change is connected to fear of the unknown, and the Read more…
I’m always worried. I worry about all sorts of things from personal finances to the global economic crisis; from my health to the impending doom of the planet’s destruction. I’m trying to cure myself of this habit but I’m genetically inclined. My mother was a worrier and her mother before Read more…
A little something to share…Grief’s Not a Disease! (thedailybeast.com) As far as I see it, you can’t medicate grief. You can try but you will fail. It’s going to hurt, but it’s going to hurt more the longer you put it off – kind of like removing a band-aid. And the Read more…
I’m no statistician but for each death there is a birth. That has been my experience. Within six months of my mother’s death my sister gave birth to nephew No.2. That sounds like pretty limited experience but there are other examples, the most recent ones striking a cord. Last week Read more…