#afterloss

[menopause-diary]

My Life in Dogs: A Tail of Friendship and Furry Shenanigans

From the moment I arrived in this world, I was never alone. My first guardian wasn’t a human but a fiercely protective German Shepherd named Kimo. As a toddler, my playground was the neighborhood itself, and Kimo was my unwavering chaperone. I like to think of him as my furry bodyguard—no one could get within a ten-foot radius of me. Kimo’s dedication to my safety was so profound that not even my…

[reluctantsouthernsurvivor]

[marisadonnelly]

I’m sitting in a coffee shop this morning, watching the clouds keep their persistent haze over the ocean. There are people all around me: talking, shuffling on their stools, sipping coffees, stirring spoons in their cups. And here I am, sitting, wondering about all the things I have yet to experience, or never got the chance to. ⠀ ⠀ Isn’t it funny how you can be in one place, and yet, be thinking of something completely different? ⠀ ⠀ I struggle with that – with being in the present moment and not longing to be anywhere else. Sometimes I’m enjoying something and suddenly wish I could share that sliver of time with someone who isn’t here. Or I’m writing and wanting nothing more than to read my words to a person who’s no longer on this earth. ⠀ ⠀ This morning, I’m thinking of a person I’ve lost, a person who I can no longer reach across the table and touch, whose eyes I can no longer look into. I’m thinking of the words I would tell him, her. The stories, the jokes, the laughter we would share in this little coffee shop, our lives completely different and perhaps tighter intertwined.⠀ ⠀ It’s bittersweet to realize that we continue, that love continues, even if one member is absent. And I’m holding onto the beauty of that thought this morning, as I watch the clouds mix with the grey ocean – one solemn, hazy blur.⠀ ⠀ Sometimes I wonder if the people we lose will forever live in us. And I wonder if we can honor their memory in the way we choose to move forward, to live and love, even after they’re gone.⠀

[grief-forward]

After-loss Creed

FROM “PLEASE BE GENTLE: AN AFTERLOSS CREED,” BY JILL ENGLAR

Please be gentle with me, for I am grieving. The sea I swim in is a lonely one and the shore seems miles away. Waves of despair numb my soul as I struggle through each day. My heart is heavy with sorrow. I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, “Why?” At times, my grief overwhelms me and I weep bitterly, so great is my…

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(via PSG trolling Barcelona over Supercopa loss to Real Madrid)

http://neoprimesports.com/psg-trolling-barcelona-over-supercopa-loss-to-real-madrid/PSG poked fun with pictures of 222million world-record signing Neymar laughing on Twitter as Barcelona lost to Real MadridFC Barcelona Neymar Jr. Messi#PSG #Trolling #barcelons #afterloss #realmadrid #messi #neymar #ronaldo #bestplayers #strikers #funnyeymmes #likeandshare #likeandcomment  like #sports #fitness #footballl #freak #bestsports #neoprimesports

[menopause-diary]

Retracing My Mom’s Steps: One Adventure at a Time

There’s a certain kind of magic in walking the same paths once traversed by someone you loved deeply. Several years ago I had the chance to follow in the footsteps of my mom during a vacation that took me through the breathtaking landscapes of Greece and Italy. Standing in the public square in front of Saint Mark’s Basilica in Venice, Italy, and overlooking the caldera on the island of Santorini,…