November 13, 2007

  • '...'cause missing you is just a part of living
    And missing you feels like a way of life
    I'm living out the life that I've been given...'

    Is missing a sign of discontent and ungratefulness, or is it okay???
    This is what I am wondering today...
    Missing so much....

Comments (14)

  • i'd say ok as long as it's not like taking over your life. no worries

  • Ditto Kakes.

  • Missing is part of life. KK's right. If it IS your life, there's an issue. If it's a phase [even if you can't see beyond it at the moment], just keep breathing in and out and the missing will eventually get better. I gotta tell you though, I still miss her like mad. I'm too busy with my responsibilities to become preoccupied by that to a frightening degree, but every single day, it's there. The fine line between obsession/depression and sadness is the elusive thing, really. Damn those blurry lines.

  • I still miss my Granny (mom's mom, and like a second mom to me - passed away at a young 72 years old, April 25, 2000). There are ti mes when it's overwhelming, when I cry because I can't share precious moments of my life with her - moments that she would have rejoiced over. Some difficult moments that I know she would have understood perfectly because we were so much in tune. The missing can be bittersweet, too, because I thank God for the memories I have of her - that I have someone so beloved and someone who changed my life immeasurably *to* miss.

    I don't think you ever stop missing. But you go on - and you know that goodbye is not forever, and somehow, that keeps you living and having happiness, which is what your loved one would want for you...

  • can't imagine life without missing the good stuff when it's gone.

  • Ditto Wendy.

    It means you are human. And this side of heaven we are painfully human. Remember, this is not the way it was supposed to be. Romans 8:22-27

    When I was in Portugal our tour group had supper one night at a traditional farm house. The name of the estate was "Quinta Saudade" or the "fifth homesickness" loosely translated. It was a beautiful farm tucked into a valley of vineyards, vegetable gardens, fruit trees and olive groves. The original owners named the farm after a great personal loss they had suffered. Not sure what the loss was but the result of their grief was this amazing place of beauty and hospitality. Saudade is a kind of homesickness or longing that just lingers. I remember this place sometimes when I think about loss and how it lingers. It makes me human and reminds me of that promise of a place where there are no more tears and no more grieving.

    It is going to be okay, my friend.

  • baby.... I know..I get it. Record kept.
    I know you feel like you aren't even writing this story. We are...just keep writing/swimming. (I mentioned my fear of water?)

  • give yourself a year... it's ok

  • I don't think it's a sign of discontent or ungratefulness.  Just what it is...missing.  I liked Wendy's comment.  I would rather be missed when I'm gone than not missed.  Wouldn't you?  Hang on.

  • I think to miss someone is to acknowledge that life was lived between you both. I mean if you didn't care you wouldn't miss now would you. To miss is actually part of the celebration of something that was good. Of course it's not the only way to celebrate and it's not the place to stay in but to visit and to remember. HA! That was kind of a deep thought not sure where it came from but I need to think on it myself. Blessings!

  • i agree with the first three ladies!!

  • I am working at ..

    .. wait for it ..

    THE GAP!  Scream now or forever keep your peace. 

  • Not sure how I missed this...some great comments here. The only thing I can add is...I hear you. The holidays are ripping open the wounds. I keep telling myself, the first year is the hardest. The first "everythings" without her.

    I know that when it comes to the babies I lost (different, but similar)...there are times when I still miss them. Moments when I wonder what life would be like now had they lived. Moments that bring me to tears. But now, it's just moments, not every breath, like it was at first. I am hoping this will be the same. ((sigh))

    Thanks for your card, btw. :)

    ryc: that is great that the boy played his own instruments in the movie. Yeah, I was like, "Well, okay, but if he wasn't, he is a really good actor!" Amazing. You've gotta see it.

  • Hope you're doing well, friend! I'm sure it's getting pre-holiday-school-stress crazy, but hang in there!! A well-deserved holiday is in store !

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