If I wander around a graveyard I notice the old headstones. The stones that have been weathered for centuries. The etched names now gone forever. .
My mum told me once “Just put me in a cardboard box and bury me. Then get on with your life. “
Bereavement and loss is an individual thing. Each grief journey is different. It took me a few years to figure mine out. I probably spent too much time living in the past and not enough time getting on with my life.
But now the balance feels better. Much more time focused on today. But each day I don’t let those names fade. Those that I have lost and yes I include pets. I find a quiet place, maybe the garden at night. Then I spend 5 or 10 minutes and recall great memories. I say those names out loud.
This way I don’t forget to live but I also don’t forget.
A Dad trying to cope with the loss of his Partner and becoming a single parent. 
🖤🖤🖤
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Time shows us how to treasure, cherish, remember, but also allows us to learn to live the day to day.
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It does
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Grief is like a parallel path, that those who have lost loved ones can see in their peripheral vision and occasionally walk upon. 💖
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It does feel that way ❤️
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Good to hear of your balance. I rush into the future, try to stay in the present, and avoid the past with all the pain it brings me now.
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Thank you
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This is such a beautiful way of remembering our loved ones
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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I do the same for my parents ❤️
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I hope it works for you ❤️
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❤ ❤
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❤️❤️
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Beautiful.
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❤️
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How lovely ❤
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Thanks 😊❤️
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How very true.
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❤️
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It has always felt that the cliche that time is a great healer misleads. To me it is experiences that help survive. When the grief is raw it is an open wound, the sole focus. But add other experiences to the mix and the rawness reduces. However it never goes and like the person whose broken leg has healed yet aches to all buggery in thundery weather the pain can come roaring back given the right trigger. You never forget the person or the pain, you just wrap them in a coating of experiences. That’s how I see it anyway.
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I can so see that
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Seems like a sensible and well-balanced way to mange things. The thing that worries me these days is that I am seeing more gravestones where people are younger than me . . .
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Thank you
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My belief is that the past should not be forgotten, but should be remembered for how it has helped to shape us. Your balance is exemplary
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Balance definitely
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At some point in each day, something will remind me of a person or a pet. Some moments are poignant, some are sweet and if I am in that frame of mind, sometimes the tears still come, but I think that is alright. I’m glad you are feeling better, Gary.
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Thank you
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HuGs
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Hugs to you
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Rip to all we’ve lost! ❤
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So true ❤️
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