Grief and Gratitude, Grok - (A) Rise

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Well, the previous sub-topics will have to wait another day. I've been thinking and feeling and connecting

I’m glad the day passed smoothly and beneath notice. Such a present day accomplishment was likely unfathomable two years ago. Ah, time. That precious gift.

with something my mom sent me the other day.

Thinking of grief, of our own and especially dear ones…
Jim Carrey is believed to have said: “Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.”

In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.

Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.

There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.

Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find a degree of healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.
(Attempted to find the author, but at this point, anonymous)
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In reading this I remembered and cycled back through two years of emotions. couldn't breath. couldn't see. couldn't hear. and then the world faded back into being.

G in response, This is ... True. I think. The nearness for me ...means I have a hard time responding. Perhaps in small doses. I have waked the narrow path between falling into Jade, hard as can be or on the other side into nothingness. It is no longer a knifes edge but I feel it still.

I connect this also to the thread of thought that men often express love through commitment and sacrifice of parts of themselves. Some authors expressed it akin to cutting off an arm or a leg. Now ... It feels like I am missing an arm or leg. that place where a wife once was connected is partly healed over. a tender wound. a place where I was once a larger whole. yet like phantom limb syndrome, I have "the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there."

For readers who have not guessed by now, I don't move very fast emotionally. Both toward and away I move in ways that tend to the permanent or long term. With that in mind, "he truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it." seems to describe me.

In that sense I "find a degree of healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together."

Holding on to FAITH. For carrying both .... well, you all know.

"Cast your burden upon the LORD and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous be shaken" Psalm 55:22

For HE is older than the sun.

Older Than The Sun - Colorvault

You’re always to remember
I’m older than the sun
I’m stronger than your foes
He had to let you go
For him who I am

(I’m older than the sun)
(I’m older than the sun)
And you’re my loved

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