Comments on: Meant To Live http://www.goldfishandclowns.com/2009/01/31/meant-to-live/ Home of the jester in the court of the ragtag soldiers, where God's not dead and neither are we. Mon, 21 May 2012 00:23:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Jerry Wilson http://www.goldfishandclowns.com/2009/01/31/meant-to-live/comment-page-1/#comment-726 Jerry Wilson Sun, 01 Feb 2009 17:37:18 +0000 http://www.goldfishandclowns.com/?p=967#comment-726 Through it, to a degree. Over it? No. In his younger days my Dad enjoyed hunting. Sometimes at night when the sky is clear and Orion the Hunter is in the sky, I go outside and talk to the constellation like it's my Dad. They are neighbors in the heavens, after all. I look forward to joining them someday. Through it, to a degree. Over it? No.

In his younger days my Dad enjoyed hunting. Sometimes at night when the sky is clear and Orion the Hunter is in the sky, I go outside and talk to the constellation like it’s my Dad. They are neighbors in the heavens, after all.

I look forward to joining them someday.

]]> By: Clance' http://www.goldfishandclowns.com/2009/01/31/meant-to-live/comment-page-1/#comment-725 Clance' Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:58:13 +0000 http://www.goldfishandclowns.com/?p=967#comment-725 My heart is with you Jerry. One of the things I do on my Mom's birthday every year, is make her a cake with birthday candles and have my own little party for her. I buy or make her a card and write her a long letter. The I take it outside and light it on fire and imagine the smoke being the carrier of my words to her, as incense does prayer in many religions and cultures. It helps me a lot to really celebrate her life instead of grieve it. I was so stuck in my grief for years. I now act as if she were still here and she just lives a long way away. I cherish the nights that I dream and she is in the dreams, because that's when she can still visit me. It feels like it anyway. I miss her and my Dad so much. We never get over it do we? My heart is with you Jerry.
One of the things I do on my Mom’s birthday every year, is make her a cake with birthday candles and have my own little party for her. I buy or make her a card and write her a long letter. The I take it outside and light it on fire and imagine the smoke being the carrier of my words to her, as incense does prayer in many religions and cultures. It helps me a lot to really celebrate her life instead of grieve it. I was so stuck in my grief for years. I now act as if she were still here and she just lives a long way away. I cherish the nights that I dream and she is in the dreams, because that’s when she can still visit me. It feels like it anyway.
I miss her and my Dad so much.
We never get over it do we?

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