I am so sorry for your loss, Dave. Thank you for sharing about your lovely wife and your beautiful life together. I know what you mean about missing things even if they weren't perfect. There's nothing like loss to teach you that, actually, everything is already perfect because they are here and you are together. Sending love. ❤️
Grief is like a needle that is stabbed deeply and swiftly across my chest, cutting me open, only to be slowly stitched back together with it.
Dr. Sobhani, you’ve alchemised the words to describe how indescribable grief truly is. Thank you for expressing it poetically and brazenly, so that someone like me who is hurting from losing cherished loved ones doesn’t feel so alone anymore.
Thank you for this article on grief, the elephant in the room, evaded too often. I felt to mention Martin Prechtel to you as another wise resource on grief. He has three potent, humorous, videos on U Tube called,”Grief and Praise.” The Smell of Rain on Dust, is his stellar book on grief and praise.
My wife died in October after a really complicated bedridden 3 and a half years where she never gave up and burned with passion and life. When she was home I was with her basically twenty four hours a day and when she was in hospital rehabs nursing homes I was with her at least six hours every day, often more. We were a team. She was funny stubborn fiesty loving nurturing and alive. She had two brain infections sepsis three times countless pneumonias. She was like on the edge of death a lot but always came back. Finely her heart gave out and that was it, but she didn’t leave me fading out. She left me with her body failing, but very much alive. I miss her so much every night and day. I guess the feelings in your article comes in waves, but often for me it’s an intense quiet longing for her. I suppose I’m a simpleton. I believe she’s in heaven which I see as her running around on the beach on a perfect day with her passed away family. I’m convinced and comforted by this,but it can’t beat my being able to hug her, our conversations, holding her hand, my wife being here on earth. Sometimes I feel her presence. Thank God for that, but it’s not the same as kissing or even hearing her frustrated and arguing with me. I know it sounds weird missing that, but she was such a fiery spirit. She’d call me a jerk and fifteen minutes later she’d be smiling and saying she loved me. I don’t miss things perfect. I miss things messy. I miss her. People say dumb things to try and get me out of pain, but I don’t really expect them to be intelligent. Until you’ve lived it… Thank you for you’re article. It makes sense.
I am so sorry for your loss, Dave. Thank you for sharing about your lovely wife and your beautiful life together. I know what you mean about missing things even if they weren't perfect. There's nothing like loss to teach you that, actually, everything is already perfect because they are here and you are together. Sending love. ❤️
Grief is like a needle that is stabbed deeply and swiftly across my chest, cutting me open, only to be slowly stitched back together with it.
Dr. Sobhani, you’ve alchemised the words to describe how indescribable grief truly is. Thank you for expressing it poetically and brazenly, so that someone like me who is hurting from losing cherished loved ones doesn’t feel so alone anymore.
I am so sorry for your losses. I'm right there with you. ♥️
Beautifully put, Mona. I find that I have to lead myself to the emotion (via writing and other means) and experience it in short glimpses.
Thank you for sharing all these beautiful resources.
Congratulations (and thank you) on becoming part of the Forever Family Organization!
A wonderful article. Thank you so much for sharing, Mona.
Of course, Ryan. I'm finishing my email to you now!
Thank you for this article on grief, the elephant in the room, evaded too often. I felt to mention Martin Prechtel to you as another wise resource on grief. He has three potent, humorous, videos on U Tube called,”Grief and Praise.” The Smell of Rain on Dust, is his stellar book on grief and praise.
My wife died in October after a really complicated bedridden 3 and a half years where she never gave up and burned with passion and life. When she was home I was with her basically twenty four hours a day and when she was in hospital rehabs nursing homes I was with her at least six hours every day, often more. We were a team. She was funny stubborn fiesty loving nurturing and alive. She had two brain infections sepsis three times countless pneumonias. She was like on the edge of death a lot but always came back. Finely her heart gave out and that was it, but she didn’t leave me fading out. She left me with her body failing, but very much alive. I miss her so much every night and day. I guess the feelings in your article comes in waves, but often for me it’s an intense quiet longing for her. I suppose I’m a simpleton. I believe she’s in heaven which I see as her running around on the beach on a perfect day with her passed away family. I’m convinced and comforted by this,but it can’t beat my being able to hug her, our conversations, holding her hand, my wife being here on earth. Sometimes I feel her presence. Thank God for that, but it’s not the same as kissing or even hearing her frustrated and arguing with me. I know it sounds weird missing that, but she was such a fiery spirit. She’d call me a jerk and fifteen minutes later she’d be smiling and saying she loved me. I don’t miss things perfect. I miss things messy. I miss her. People say dumb things to try and get me out of pain, but I don’t really expect them to be intelligent. Until you’ve lived it… Thank you for you’re article. It makes sense.