grieving : 47 Recipes
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Grieving
What happens to love that is directed toward someone who can no longer receive it? What if that love comes back to us with the full force with which we sent it? Does it cause pain that way? Is that the pain of grieving? We are grieving the[...] |
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Grieving my Health
I tossed and turned all Sunday night, probably because of my long nap, and as a result did not wake up at 5 am as planned. I woke up with just enough time to get ready, eat breakfast and make it out the door on time. For breakfast, I had a bowl of[...] |
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seasons of grieving...
Happy Monday Everyone! My apologies I didn't post this on Saturday like I intended but life has a way of sweeping me off my feet sometimes and this weekend did exactly that. Now I am back in the swing of things I wanted to post the final[...] |
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Mommy
I chose "Sweet Water" as the name of my blog after an early spring day spent with my mother at a local maple syrup festival. Sweet Water is the name the Native Americans gave to the sweet sap they discovered flowing through the maple trees that[...] |
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63 Days
Yesterday marked two months, or more precisely, 63 days since my mother passed. Where am I now? While logic has never played a huge role in my life; I've never really grasped the need for it, it seems so complicated, so unnecessary; I have[...] |
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Yahrzeit
Yahrzeit is the commemoration of a death of family member. Today is Thatdad's Yahrzeit. It's based on the Jewish (lunar) calendar, which is why it's a little earlier than the date of his death. Which means I get a little taste of how I'm[...] |
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medianoche
It's been more than a week now since I returned from Cuba. There have definitely been some emotional ups and downs and a struggle to hold on to the peace I felt in my beachside isolation. I've come away with at least one amazing thing[...] |
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irrational
I am at the point these last few days where I can rationally work through the reality that my mother is gone. When I focus on that idea I can work it through to it's logical end and accept that all we have are our memories of Her. Luckily[...] |
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a pot of borscht
In January, 2005 my sister Frances died of multiple myeloma. The two years of her illness were often emotionally grueling for me; I watched her fight for her life with a rawness that can only come from dying, something almost too difficult to[...] |
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The Rest of August
Or "The Post With (Almost) No Pictures" Start playing your saddest music, it's pity party time! Once we got back from Mendocino and visiting little Ace, life swung right back into, well, full swing mode. We never stop going here in Thathouse.[...] |