Scott’s legs.
Much like the picture above where we only see his legs at the bow of the canoe, I know that Scott is off-camera somewhere, floating as if on the water. I’m floating, too. Each day I feel a little more grounded in reality. But each day also has its moments of feeling the depth of the ocean of sorrow his death left me with.
Has it really been 4 months already? Time has no power when you’re in grief’s limbo land. One minute you are laughing with a friend. The next you realize you haven’t laughed in a long time. Then you remember why not. It takes as long as it takes. I’m getting there gradually, taking my time. There is no need to rush.
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Words of wisdom dear Fishgirl….you make Us all proud xxoo
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Dan, Thinking of you and your loss as well. Hugs, fishgirl
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loved ones that have passed..leave behind sooo much…. but no hourglass/watch…. time will pass and heal with a bandage when it
feels the need to do so..in the meantime…. we mourn, remember, laugh and cry… as time stands still ….. until…. another time…
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dear char, well said! thanks for posting. hugs, katy
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Grief will take its time and in this 24/7 world we live in it challenges us as we navigate our own intimate process. The emptiness in ones heart can never be measured with time. The process is on its own time and if today I only acknowledge that I am learning to surf these waves of grief I am ok.
Sharing in your sorrow.
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dear vicki, surfing is a very apt metaphor. thank you for sharing publicly. hope we can get together in 2014. hugs, katy
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