Well, with October 19th approaching (unfortunately), obviously I have been thinking about Dad a lot. A LOT. Even more than usual. This got me to thinking. I WONDER IF GRIEVING FOR A DECEASED LOVED ONE CAN BECOME SOMEONE'S ENTIRE IDENTITY. I am trying to keep myself from becoming like that, but in some ways, I actually embrace my pain and grief
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And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost
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Just a note to let you know Aunt Judy, PawPaw and I will be going to the cemetery on Wednedsay morning with some flowers. I pray your wednesday will be peaceful....mimi
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Just a note to let you know Aunt Judy, PawPaw and I will be going to the cemetery on Wednedsay morning with some flowers. I pray your wednesday will be peaceful....mimi
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