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This might be a rough time for many of you. Do what you feel you need to do to get through it. Remember, someone is here almost all the time to talk to you.
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This sculpture hit hard and so appropriate.
It is called Melancolie. And it is heartbreakingly beautiful.
The artwork created by Albert György (living in Switzerland, but born in Romania) can be found in Geneva in a small park on the promenade (Quai du Mont Blanc) along the shore of Lake Geneva.
Sara I am so sorry u have to go through this alone...or you might THINK you are alone, without Kens support..but you AREN,T. Yes, this might seem BS, or insensitive, but my guess is, Ken is right there beside you..right now. You may not see him, but I bet if you open your heart, you will feel him there. Can your father feel Ken there? Or maybe you can feel other loved ones who have passed...
i know this is a very difficult one...and I run the risk of your anger, just suggesting this..and before Bob died, I would NEVER have thought anything like this...but, why not? I asked Bob if his brother was there just before he died, and he said yes..but I already KNEW his brother Warren was there, because I had been feeling his presence for over a month.
I wasn,t there when either of my parents died.. my dad in 1976, and my mom in 2001. When my dad died, he was on life support..but my mother assured me he would be ok.I should go on a planned overnight camping trip..that he would be fine..to go ahead and go...(I should point out here, that my mother was a conniving b*tch, and it is a very long story..but I NEVER thought she would be THAT CRUEL) so against my better judgement, we went camping...and the next morning, I KNEW! So we drove to the nearest pay phone..and instead of waiting one day, she had them turn off his life support the one day I was gone. I was the only one who wasn,t there..it was the most cruel thing she could do..the final slap in the face, the ultimate betrayal...of a childhood spent with a mother who DIDN,t like her daughter.
I loved my dad with all my heart, and I am still stunned after 40 years.
your dad loves you, and he knows hw much YOU love him...and I am sorry...but be there, and tell him how much you LOVE him. And Ken will be right there with you..talk to Ken...he will help you get through this...and they will ALWAYS be there..just in a way we can,t see, but we can feel them and their love.
and my dad? About a year after he died he knocked on my door in a dream like no other, and visited me and I cried and told him how sorry I was I hadn,t been there..and he told me,he knew...that is why he came...and he is STILL around...every white butterfly I see is him...and when I hear his favorite song, I know he is there. Forever.
when my mother died..I wasn,t there, by choice...but I arranged the memorial service, like a dutiful daughter, and the only thing I felt was regret..for something that never was. My mother DIDN,t even have that for my dad..she excluded everyone and had his ashes scattered, flown over water in a small plane...with no family, no memories, no inclusion of anyone who loved him...and he was loved by SOOOOO MANY...he was the finest man I ever knew, and I thank God for having him in my life.
So, Sara, I wish you Grace, and peace, because you are so loved...and always will be.
My dear friend, I am so so sorry for the pain you are having. Going through losses and suffering anxiety by ourselves - meaning without our spouses - is possibly the most frightening and debilitating aspect of our lives as they are now. Yes, indeed I have felt like my live was winding down, and to be honest, I almost welcomed it. I thought that as each thing that was a part of my life with Larry was lost for either financial or practical reasons, I was being prepared some way for leaving myself to be with him. I would ask God why it was taking so long to get rid of everything material, while it seemed He was wasting no time removing my physical health and ability to do anything useful anymore. When I couldn't even get up on a step ladder to clean windows without getting dizzy and almost falling, I felt like just getting under a blanket and sleeping until it was all over.
Sara, as you know, things changed for me. Why, and how, I still can't begin to understand. But they did change. Oh to be sure, there are some truly dark times when I still question what feeling happy was like - I kind of remember, but it's like remembering being a child. You know you had no worries, but can't get back to that innocence ever again.
I wish with all my heart I was right before you now just to hug you and whisper in you ear that you will get through this awful time. You have shown such incredible strength and compassion for all of us here, and we all love you very much. You are not alone my sweet friend. Ken will be by your side each and every moment. God will give you peace and strength.
Please keep letting us know how things are progressing with you, because this will be a big one to be sure - my prayers are with you and your father every day and you are always in my thoughts -
My Friends.....I so desperately need Ken right now. I'm on the brink of losing my father and I had always thought I'd have my husband by my side when my parents passed. It's a whole different type of emptiness on top of the indescribable emptiness of losing a spouse. I feel like my own life is winding down. Has anyone else ever felt like that?
I agree Mary.Jane, anytime one studies artwork we have an opportunity to identify, translate and commune with it. When I first saw the picture, several images hit me. The first one was submission, acceptance and beauty. The other image was one similar to Atlas carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The beauty of this sculpture is that with grief, we feel the weight, we succumb to it in a form of submission and yes the shear weight of our grief weighs heavy on our shoulders, but we do persist, we carry on and then we rise able to carry the load. For as long as we are alive we will look back and see just how far we have come and see ourselves as the strong person our beloved knew we were. For me that is the beauty of this particular sculpture.
It has been a long time since I posted.
I follow the writing of all but I just do not post frequent .
Steve the sculpture is what prompted me to say, I feel the weight of that sculpture so often .
It will be five years July the 14 th. since I lost my Luis.
The weight of greif is unbearable at times ,but something deep down keeps us going.
Thank you to all for keeping me going.
love and kisses
Steve, thank you for posting those. I looked at them for along time, several times, and although I don,t feel The My Experience one..I might have in the past, I don,t remember..but after I looked at it and read it and studied the lines, I feel I have transcended a bit.
Now for the sculpture, when I first looked at it, of course I “got it” and thought OMG, yes, I feel that way...but not for the reason of being weighed down...yes partially, but Bobwas an artist, and we visited every museum we could..and he taught me how to see that what you first think something is, may not be.
yes, the man is terribly weighed down...hunched with the pain and weight of his grief...and the stones he now carries...but the longer I studied it, the different it became to me...such a slight difference, but it was there...in the tilt of his head..so slight, but I saw HOPE...so minuscule, but to my eyes, it was there. And as I studied it, there seemed to be in his pose, a slight rising up...as if his weight had almost destroyed him...except for a tiny spark as his TOES were slightly lifted..that maybe, just maybe although he will forever carry this weight of grief..the tiny spark of spirit that is in all of us might help him break the metal, and release the some of the tones.
Mary Jane, that is so funny, I can imagine everyone thinking, what the heck is wrong with her, too funny but so sad. The only time I feel like Im not acting is with my kids, even my sister who is my best friend I don't want to bring her down so I put on an act, grief is crazy
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