Tragedy. At the very core of it is the unexpected. An inability to prepare for it. Then the aftermath of processing. Learning to live differently. Needing to accept something unthinkable but naturally fighting any acceptance of it at all. How fragile we all are, even during our strongest moments. How inept and awkward we feel when trying to help someone carry pain. Knowing we can’t carry it for them, but wishing sincerely to be able to help.
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you’ve described it so well
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Thank you Beth.
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So true. It takes a lot to cultivate helplessly being there.
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Oh, so well said Paulette. Thank you.
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You say it very well, MBC.
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Thank you MBM.
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Grief can be cruel, but it can also be calming. Here’s to the agains!
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To the agains! Thank you Peter.
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Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2 and commented:
Food for thought.
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Oh yes oh yes.
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🙂 ❤️
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Perfect!
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Right?!!!!
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Yes, possibility. Love this one
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Thank you Ali ! 🙂
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I feel like those who are experiencing great loss can tell by just looking in your face. I have a feeling you wear your feelings on your sleeve as I do, wise one. It is amazing how much can be expressed with a look. A beautiful poem my friend. Big hugs, Joni
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You are ALWAYS so kind Joni. Thank you ❤
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❤
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