The melancholia of losing a friend, human or animal, lingers. Death shaped me quite young. My beloved grandfather died when I was 9 then 2 good school friends but he time I was 25, one of them my best friend. It took years to recover. I still think of both of them, frozen at ages 18 and 25. I am now 50 and I guess it will be the start of a period where death is more present. It is inevitable, after all.
Thank you for your writing, thoughts and feelings.
Thank you for reading Lisa and thank you for sharing your grief. It really does help to share these stories. There is something very isolating about grief in a way that is not obvious. It sneaks up on me from time to time. It can feel like a solitary journey. I'm glad we can be alive -having fun, doing the things, but also sad - together.
The melancholia of losing a friend, human or animal, lingers. Death shaped me quite young. My beloved grandfather died when I was 9 then 2 good school friends but he time I was 25, one of them my best friend. It took years to recover. I still think of both of them, frozen at ages 18 and 25. I am now 50 and I guess it will be the start of a period where death is more present. It is inevitable, after all.
Thank you for your writing, thoughts and feelings.
Thank you for reading Lisa and thank you for sharing your grief. It really does help to share these stories. There is something very isolating about grief in a way that is not obvious. It sneaks up on me from time to time. It can feel like a solitary journey. I'm glad we can be alive -having fun, doing the things, but also sad - together.
It’s a beautiful thing to be able to share life and death with others. It’s sharp and joyful, painful and lovely. All the feelings 💖
Beautifully said ♥️
I bet he would have liked swimming in lake.
SO much so.