
Sometime earlier I wrote about how death is seen differently by a mother who has put a child in the ground. I remember also saying I felt "indestructible". When I thought back on this statement I felt it was a little strange and could not quite articulate why I felt this way. When talking about Kristy at her memorial I suddenly just blurted it out. I did not intend to say it. I think this poem explains it better than I...
because with you
I do not end in myself.
Pablo Neruda
When I first started reading this, I sympathized with you for your loss. Now, I have lost my grandmother. Now I know the pain first hand, and I empathize with you. Your blog is beautiful, and touches me deeply.
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I am so sorry to hear about your grandmother. There will be a long road ahead for each of us. What I do know is that the love for your grandmother keeps her alive. I have to keep reminding myself that I would not want Kristy to cry for me if I had been the one to die. I would want her to remember me and how much I loved her. I would want to bring a smile to her face.
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