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"Cheryl" wrote Pam, in my experience of having lost my son, people in general don't like to talk about horrifying things (to them) because either they don't know what to say, or they don't want to upset you. I read a poem on alt.support.grief that fit me totally, and it helps to understand both why people don't say what you expect them to say, and why we react when they either do or don't say something. I'm going to post it, but I don't expect many to understand it. gentle snip Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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"Cheryl" wrote Pam, in my experience of having lost my son, people in general don't like to talk about horrifying things (to them) because either they don't know what to say, or they don't want to upset you. I read a poem on alt.support.grief that fit me totally, and it helps to understand both why people don't say what you expect them to say, and why we react when they either do or don't say something. I'm going to post it, but I don't expect many to understand it. gentle snip Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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"Cheryl" wrote Pam, in my experience of having lost my son, people in general don't like to talk about horrifying things (to them) because either they don't know what to say, or they don't want to upset you. I read a poem on alt.support.grief that fit me totally, and it helps to understand both why people don't say what you expect them to say, and why we react when they either do or don't say something. I'm going to post it, but I don't expect many to understand it. gentle snip Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. -- Marina, Frank and Nikki Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", "Marina"
artfully composed this message within on 24 Aug 2004: Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. Marina, this is the part that makes my heart feel squeezed until it can't beat: That carefree, naive person is gone forever, And I am mourning that loss too. I don't know how to be the same as I was after this. Because I'm not. I am coming to terms with him gone, but what is left behind with me is not a happy person. I miss him so much. I miss what the future would have been. I miss watching him excel in his field that was new to him, but he was so good at it at, and I dream about going to see his band play because I never got to do that. They played so late at night at parties that I felt too old to go to, besides I was usually sound asleep when their set came on at 11 or 12 at night. And I feel cheated out of being a grandmother because I would have been good at it. My thoughts sometimes go back to the day when he was about 17 and told me the girl he was seeing was pregnant. My heart stopped then because he hesitated before he told me the baby wasn't his, that she was already pregnant when he met her. Now I dream about a different outcome and that it was his baby and I would have a part of him still in this world. I just really really miss him with all of my heart. -- Cheryl |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", "Marina"
artfully composed this message within on 24 Aug 2004: Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. Marina, this is the part that makes my heart feel squeezed until it can't beat: That carefree, naive person is gone forever, And I am mourning that loss too. I don't know how to be the same as I was after this. Because I'm not. I am coming to terms with him gone, but what is left behind with me is not a happy person. I miss him so much. I miss what the future would have been. I miss watching him excel in his field that was new to him, but he was so good at it at, and I dream about going to see his band play because I never got to do that. They played so late at night at parties that I felt too old to go to, besides I was usually sound asleep when their set came on at 11 or 12 at night. And I feel cheated out of being a grandmother because I would have been good at it. My thoughts sometimes go back to the day when he was about 17 and told me the girl he was seeing was pregnant. My heart stopped then because he hesitated before he told me the baby wasn't his, that she was already pregnant when he met her. Now I dream about a different outcome and that it was his baby and I would have a part of him still in this world. I just really really miss him with all of my heart. -- Cheryl |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", "Marina"
artfully composed this message within on 24 Aug 2004: Cheryl, that poem is so true, and I think you're right about why people react (or don't react) like they do. Marina, this is the part that makes my heart feel squeezed until it can't beat: That carefree, naive person is gone forever, And I am mourning that loss too. I don't know how to be the same as I was after this. Because I'm not. I am coming to terms with him gone, but what is left behind with me is not a happy person. I miss him so much. I miss what the future would have been. I miss watching him excel in his field that was new to him, but he was so good at it at, and I dream about going to see his band play because I never got to do that. They played so late at night at parties that I felt too old to go to, besides I was usually sound asleep when their set came on at 11 or 12 at night. And I feel cheated out of being a grandmother because I would have been good at it. My thoughts sometimes go back to the day when he was about 17 and told me the girl he was seeing was pregnant. My heart stopped then because he hesitated before he told me the baby wasn't his, that she was already pregnant when he met her. Now I dream about a different outcome and that it was his baby and I would have a part of him still in this world. I just really really miss him with all of my heart. -- Cheryl |
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On Wed, 25 Aug, Joyce wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- She landed on the closet floor, which luckily had a big folded comforter on it, so it was a soft landing. But not on her dignity - she actually raced out of the room, looking chagrined. (I had to cover my mouth to mute my chuckles.) ---------------------snip---------------------- Lynda and I try out hardest to pretend we didn't see it when one of our babies does something like that. You're a good kitty-mommy to stifle your laughter. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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On Wed, 25 Aug, Joyce wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- She landed on the closet floor, which luckily had a big folded comforter on it, so it was a soft landing. But not on her dignity - she actually raced out of the room, looking chagrined. (I had to cover my mouth to mute my chuckles.) ---------------------snip---------------------- Lynda and I try out hardest to pretend we didn't see it when one of our babies does something like that. You're a good kitty-mommy to stifle your laughter. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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On Wed, 25 Aug, Joyce wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- She landed on the closet floor, which luckily had a big folded comforter on it, so it was a soft landing. But not on her dignity - she actually raced out of the room, looking chagrined. (I had to cover my mouth to mute my chuckles.) ---------------------snip---------------------- Lynda and I try out hardest to pretend we didn't see it when one of our babies does something like that. You're a good kitty-mommy to stifle your laughter. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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