I get your emails and read when I can. I saw the splash(?) …endings headline and it instantly captivated me. Have been pondering on death (in a positive realistic way) due to my aunts long slow decline. And put my phone and your piece aside for 20 minutes or so and then found out my aunt had passed away ( was expecting any day as she was well into 7th stage dementia). When I took a few breaths I cleared my eyes, read your article
and subscribed! Life is beautiful, precious and mysterious,when you look in all directions, and experience the gamut of human emotions. Your writing speaks to that. Thank you!
I don't know how you do it, but I laugh and cry reading many of your essays. This one - I really needed. Today marks 13 years since my mother died. Grief accompanied by depression is horrible. I hate the saying- it gets easier over time, however time does change your perspective. Today, I am reminiscing, and I hear her telling me- Lisa, stop living in the past and be happy. Easier said than done, but I'm a work in progress! Lol I'm terrified of loosing the people I love. Strange, but even as a child, I would think about death. Not mine. My mother had a NDE in her 20's and it sounded wonderful, and I always believed there's more than this life. It's the thought of carrying on with out the people i love that scares me. But, I have my partner of 26 years, some wonderful friends, and a fierce determination to be happy.
Good news. My grandkids were visiting me at the river, and most of them refused to wear shoes even when walking over the gravel driveway. I smiled the whole time I was mopping the dirty footprints from my floor this afternoon.
I've thought a lot about how to prepare myself and others for the possibility of death, and all I could come up with is writing letters. Before I was admitted to the hospital for my stem cell transplant, I wrote one to each of my sons, my husband, and my sister. I'd written one to my mother too, but she died while I was in the hospital.
Now that I'm in remission, I've become much more aware of living in the present. My intention is to be as deeply connected with my loved ones as I can each time we're together. I no longer worry about everything being perfect. I just make sure they know I love them each time we part.
I get your emails and read when I can. I saw the splash(?) …endings headline and it instantly captivated me. Have been pondering on death (in a positive realistic way) due to my aunts long slow decline. And put my phone and your piece aside for 20 minutes or so and then found out my aunt had passed away ( was expecting any day as she was well into 7th stage dementia). When I took a few breaths I cleared my eyes, read your article
and subscribed! Life is beautiful, precious and mysterious,when you look in all directions, and experience the gamut of human emotions. Your writing speaks to that. Thank you!
It’s so lovely you took the time to write about such a beautiful experience. I truly appreciate it. Thanks so much.
I don't know how you do it, but I laugh and cry reading many of your essays. This one - I really needed. Today marks 13 years since my mother died. Grief accompanied by depression is horrible. I hate the saying- it gets easier over time, however time does change your perspective. Today, I am reminiscing, and I hear her telling me- Lisa, stop living in the past and be happy. Easier said than done, but I'm a work in progress! Lol I'm terrified of loosing the people I love. Strange, but even as a child, I would think about death. Not mine. My mother had a NDE in her 20's and it sounded wonderful, and I always believed there's more than this life. It's the thought of carrying on with out the people i love that scares me. But, I have my partner of 26 years, some wonderful friends, and a fierce determination to be happy.
I think of you as one of the happier people I know. Thanks so much for writing. And I know you loved your mom.
Good news. My grandkids were visiting me at the river, and most of them refused to wear shoes even when walking over the gravel driveway. I smiled the whole time I was mopping the dirty footprints from my floor this afternoon.
I've thought a lot about how to prepare myself and others for the possibility of death, and all I could come up with is writing letters. Before I was admitted to the hospital for my stem cell transplant, I wrote one to each of my sons, my husband, and my sister. I'd written one to my mother too, but she died while I was in the hospital.
Now that I'm in remission, I've become much more aware of living in the present. My intention is to be as deeply connected with my loved ones as I can each time we're together. I no longer worry about everything being perfect. I just make sure they know I love them each time we part.
A great model. And I’m delighted about the bare feet! Thrilling!
This landed at exactly the moment I need it.
I’m so glad.