"All men live lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau
I don't know if that is true or not for all men, and women, but I think most of us have our desperate moments. I first read that quote many years ago when I was dealing with a family tragedy. And I think those times of difficulty are when we encounter desperation.
My mother has been gone for three weeks now. Most of the time I feel positive, reasonably happy, and am getting on with my life. But the moments come, especially late in the day, when I feel unbearable sadness, and then the questions come. Was I a good enough daughter? Could I have been more patient? Did I give enough? I want to move on and be happy, but at the same time, moving on takes me away from Mom.
Or does it?
I will always to connected to my mother and my father, who died almost ten years ago. They were loving, beautiful parents, who loved each other very much. I know in my heart that they are happy to be together again now in the next world.
I also know that I will get through this. I am their child. I have their strength and faith.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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Sometimes the questions that are left behind in passing push us forward to be the best person that others living can benefit from. Moving on. Ugg. No matter what the loss, it is hard. But bravery comes in facing the beginning of the new day with gratitude and treasuring the memories of those who impacted our lives profoundly for the better. You are right, it is because of the lessons of strength and faith that you were taught that moves you forward. Standing still makes us stink...like stale water..like moldy bread..ick! And of course, we are stronger united with others than alone.
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