tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post4425700840190750673..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: Closure is Too FinalMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-12237691684400823572016-06-29T02:42:39.626-04:002016-06-29T02:42:39.626-04:00Thank you Catherine. Thank you Catherine. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-18212888307175016102016-06-28T22:22:39.708-04:002016-06-28T22:22:39.708-04:00"...and one day we too
begin to hear
beneat..."...and one day we too <br />begin to hear <br />beneath the tumult<br />of grief, faint<br />possibilities sounding."<br />This is exactly how it happens, and yet there are days, although fewer and farther between, when the tumult drowns out the possibilities. So we learn to live, as you so beautifully say, with loss..."of the love/we most grieve." <br />Wishing you comfort Catherinehttp://readingtothecore.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-41568984994471155712016-06-28T10:29:21.640-04:002016-06-28T10:29:21.640-04:00The world is different after loss. I must remember...The world is different after loss. I must remember that. ThxMary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-2210199279983120342016-06-28T10:28:40.617-04:002016-06-28T10:28:40.617-04:00Thank you Tara. I don't write in the firm ofte...Thank you Tara. I don't write in the firm often so it feels good to do so.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-42154203004799985362016-06-28T10:27:50.516-04:002016-06-28T10:27:50.516-04:00I feel similarly Molly. I know that losing Rob is ...I feel similarly Molly. I know that losing Rob is changing me...Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-79537391459820702932016-06-28T10:26:12.839-04:002016-06-28T10:26:12.839-04:00Love that. Thank youLove that. Thank youMary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-1535974786792811982016-06-28T10:25:42.322-04:002016-06-28T10:25:42.322-04:00Yes of course . I wrote it w you in mind...Yes of course . I wrote it w you in mind...Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-88869142897208216392016-06-28T09:58:17.532-04:002016-06-28T09:58:17.532-04:00You captured grieving beautifully...it's hard ...You captured grieving beautifully...it's hard to imagine losing someone you love so much. I agree with Molly that it changes the landscape of our lives. We look at the world differently after loss. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.Amy Ruddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18177520075043676835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-49253353063349203392016-06-28T09:49:32.914-04:002016-06-28T09:49:32.914-04:00Loss and grace - the path of grief. This is an exq...Loss and grace - the path of grief. This is an exquisite poem, Mary Ann.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-43145582851401555172016-06-28T08:15:44.142-04:002016-06-28T08:15:44.142-04:00What a beautiful poem and such a poignant explorat...What a beautiful poem and such a poignant exploration of grief. I recently listened to a discussion about grief and how our Western culture wants to see grief as a linear thing--go through these steps and then you're done!--but grief is far more circular and individual to each grieving person. So there is no closure, but there is grace and life. I personally think that grief reshapes the Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-36246823788322995762016-06-28T08:15:26.899-04:002016-06-28T08:15:26.899-04:00What a beautiful poem and such a poignant explorat...What a beautiful poem and such a poignant exploration of grief. I recently listened to a discussion about grief and how our Western culture wants to see grief as a linear thing--go through these steps and then you're done!--but grief is far more circular and individual to each grieving person. So there is no closure, but there is grace and life. I personally think that grief reshapes the Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63532898031686167062016-06-28T06:12:37.116-04:002016-06-28T06:12:37.116-04:00And still life pulses:
Invisible rhythms
of beatin...And still life pulses:<br />Invisible rhythms<br />of beating hearts,<br />the music merely<br />underneath it all --<br />entwined with sadness<br />and loss and memory --<br />a gentle hum<br />sometimes only we can hear.<br /><br />--Kevin, lifting one of your lines from your beautiful poemDogtraxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16079631702744063837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-4639871237903015552016-06-28T03:42:35.123-04:002016-06-28T03:42:35.123-04:00To live with loss
is to honor the love
we most gr...To live with loss <br />is to honor the love<br />we most grieve.<br /> <br />This moment of grace <br />helps us to gain <br />our feet and stand; <br />helps us to see<br />why there can be no closure. <br /><br />Your poem gives me so much to think about .<br />I just dreamt about Tuvia for the first time. The woman who wrote about closure to me came back and clarified that she felt I was BKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973593425566621090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-88097338633245989412016-06-28T02:14:54.720-04:002016-06-28T02:14:54.720-04:00Thank you Alice for your comments. Trying to make ...Thank you Alice for your comments. Trying to make my way...Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-81021610311054234132016-06-28T01:21:26.798-04:002016-06-28T01:21:26.798-04:00Such a fitting description of the state of grief: ...Such a fitting description of the state of grief: "There waves of sadness and longing overwhelm and silence our world." Death often seems like defeat, but I feel triumph in your words "To live with loss is to honor the love we most grieve." Thank you for sharing.Alice Ninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302512837699702430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-49081670210611747982016-06-28T01:17:28.001-04:002016-06-28T01:17:28.001-04:00I did want closure--or perhaps what I wanted was t...I did want closure--or perhaps what I wanted was to not feel the pain. Rethinking that. Thanks:)Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-28365376562017709392016-06-28T01:07:34.093-04:002016-06-28T01:07:34.093-04:00I've never even wanted "closure" abo...I've never even wanted "closure" about my parents' deaths. I let myself miss them, and I don't worry about it. I feel this poem deeply. The Purple Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com