tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post4470451592235263557..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: Acceptance is SlipperyMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-46371076524527343012016-05-17T23:53:55.528-04:002016-05-17T23:53:55.528-04:00Yes, there are no rules to grieving. And there ou...Yes, there are no rules to grieving. And there ought be no judgments too. Loss is hard in ways words do little to convey. Thanks Wendy for reading, witnessing, commenting.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63081652455196210232016-05-17T11:24:09.584-04:002016-05-17T11:24:09.584-04:00Complete stranger chiming in--
When I\my mom died ...Complete stranger chiming in--<br />When I\my mom died five years ago, I bitterly resented being told that time would heal. (Though I had the self-awareness to not blow up at those who were only trying to offer comfort.) The thought of healing, of being okay with her absence, of "acceptance," seemed like a betrayal. I eventually came to a place that she herself had told me about lossWendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06296827820807569574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-43581133445095638902016-05-10T05:53:33.199-04:002016-05-10T05:53:33.199-04:00I will be able to hold on to and perhaps even unde...I will be able to hold on to and perhaps even understand that Rob is gone from here for longer periods than I now do. That is a type of acceptance I think. But I do see why you raise the issue if it is acceptance that happens as slippages from knowing to not knowing I imagine will continue to occur as well. Acceptance is a foreign word in many ways. It doesn't fit the mouth. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-35254087376499433902016-05-10T01:29:51.726-04:002016-05-10T01:29:51.726-04:00I am not sure acceptance is what happens...
I am not sure acceptance is what happens...<br />sensor63https://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-89067822959061300892016-05-09T22:07:08.973-04:002016-05-09T22:07:08.973-04:00Bonnie, I would like that very much. I have exhib...Bonnie, I would like that very much. I have exhibited art work at The Hopper House in Nyack so the town is a bit familiar.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-85369480308512851502016-05-09T08:32:00.527-04:002016-05-09T08:32:00.527-04:00Come to Nyack for coffee on my porch 😎☕️Come to Nyack for coffee on my porch 😎☕️BKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973593425566621090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-72224853214624620862016-05-09T08:06:21.798-04:002016-05-09T08:06:21.798-04:00Bonnie, I love that distinction--moving in time he...Bonnie, I love that distinction--moving in time helps. Moving in time, yes. Thank you for your kindness and words. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-8786337856720470362016-05-09T08:05:12.774-04:002016-05-09T08:05:12.774-04:00I talk to Rob especially in times of great stress....I talk to Rob especially in times of great stress. There is no map and he is my true north. Thank you Tara for that gentle reminder. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-3176170889698690522016-05-08T22:37:56.533-04:002016-05-08T22:37:56.533-04:00The only way out is through, yes!
Only two mont...The only way out is through, yes! <br /> Only two months... I was such a mess after just that first two months, sleeping in a Lazy Boy bought for Tuvia. He sat in it just 15 minutes. Two months.. I was not in a place of acceptance. So much happens to us in time... So glad you have a son, good friends, walking, writing, being creative, working... so many things to fill your spaces. I used to BKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07973593425566621090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-56928733353200975482016-05-08T21:23:48.700-04:002016-05-08T21:23:48.700-04:00The only way out is through...but there is no map,...The only way out is through...but there is no map, and the way is not easy. But you have Rob, your North Star, and how he would have wanted you to make your way through. Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.com