What a beautiful poem❣️Our loved ones live on, especially when we keep them alive in our stories. I often ask myself if grief needed an end date. I know now that it doesn’t. It’s okay to feel our loss way for the people who held our hearts. Having lost my dad a decade ago, I can relate to the tears, wanting to suck ‘em back in sometimes. Thanks for that reminder to seek out, and to spend time with our loved ones, in the years they need us more than we them. Always fills my heart and soul, reading your newsletter🧡
My heart stuttered after comment that it is 10 years since you’ve lost your Mum. This December will also mark my Mum’s 10th year death anniversary, and she was 58.
Across the oceans in Melbourne, Australia, I share your grief, your yearning heart and your hope. I started writing and creating art 2 years ago, but I’m not sure I can write about her. Specifically. Consciously. Digging deep into my memory banks. But it’s 10 years. It’s as good a time as any.
Thank you for waking me up.
I always enjoy your newsletters. Please keep going. With gratitude, MJ
I feel you when you said you struggle to write about your mum. I'm not sure if I could or will do a full memoir kind of thing. For now, the curated poems form the foundation to the book. From there, I will tread gingerly, seeing where and what to draw and write.
You'll know when it is time you'd want to approach this, be gentle with yourself. ❤️
Oh this poem - I didn't see it coming and it really made me feel the sting of it, yes. Losing our moms is just so...soooooooooo...hard. Tears came to my eyes too. And then with a smile I thought how yesterday I told my work I had to be gone at the last minute and went and spent two lovely hours letting my dad show me an orchid exhibit at a place he volunteers. It was wonderful and it meant so much to him. I'm not very good at dropping the "have tos" and doing the really important - but yesterday I did and I woke up this morning so happy.
It was heartwarming hearing the simple gesture of you taking time off to be with your dad. And being in his “world”. So glad you listen to that tug in your heart and went to the orchid exhibit. I’d call that the ministry of presence. ❤️
I like how you put it. The “have-tos” and the “really important”. But I believe, it takes practice and it’ll get easier.
The poem…yeah…the real scenario happened that way. I wasn’t expecting the video to turn out that way.
So, I wanted the readers to be in the experience too of being caught unaware. Grief is like that. It comes and go. And sometimes, it comes out of the blue and hits you in the gut.
What a beautiful poem❣️Our loved ones live on, especially when we keep them alive in our stories. I often ask myself if grief needed an end date. I know now that it doesn’t. It’s okay to feel our loss way for the people who held our hearts. Having lost my dad a decade ago, I can relate to the tears, wanting to suck ‘em back in sometimes. Thanks for that reminder to seek out, and to spend time with our loved ones, in the years they need us more than we them. Always fills my heart and soul, reading your newsletter🧡
Sorry for your loss too. Yeah…if only grief is so straight forward with an expiry date, sigh.
Thankful that the newsletter has caused ripples of goodness in your heart. 🪴
Hello Melinda,
My heart stuttered after comment that it is 10 years since you’ve lost your Mum. This December will also mark my Mum’s 10th year death anniversary, and she was 58.
Across the oceans in Melbourne, Australia, I share your grief, your yearning heart and your hope. I started writing and creating art 2 years ago, but I’m not sure I can write about her. Specifically. Consciously. Digging deep into my memory banks. But it’s 10 years. It’s as good a time as any.
Thank you for waking me up.
I always enjoy your newsletters. Please keep going. With gratitude, MJ
Dear MJ,
Thank you for sharing your heart.
I feel you when you said you struggle to write about your mum. I'm not sure if I could or will do a full memoir kind of thing. For now, the curated poems form the foundation to the book. From there, I will tread gingerly, seeing where and what to draw and write.
You'll know when it is time you'd want to approach this, be gentle with yourself. ❤️
Thank you. Treading gingerly are the right words… there is a lot to unpack 🙏🏻
Oh this poem - I didn't see it coming and it really made me feel the sting of it, yes. Losing our moms is just so...soooooooooo...hard. Tears came to my eyes too. And then with a smile I thought how yesterday I told my work I had to be gone at the last minute and went and spent two lovely hours letting my dad show me an orchid exhibit at a place he volunteers. It was wonderful and it meant so much to him. I'm not very good at dropping the "have tos" and doing the really important - but yesterday I did and I woke up this morning so happy.
Dear Karen,
It was heartwarming hearing the simple gesture of you taking time off to be with your dad. And being in his “world”. So glad you listen to that tug in your heart and went to the orchid exhibit. I’d call that the ministry of presence. ❤️
I like how you put it. The “have-tos” and the “really important”. But I believe, it takes practice and it’ll get easier.
The poem…yeah…the real scenario happened that way. I wasn’t expecting the video to turn out that way.
So, I wanted the readers to be in the experience too of being caught unaware. Grief is like that. It comes and go. And sometimes, it comes out of the blue and hits you in the gut.