tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post3126480055508841597..comments2024-02-24T00:25:39.415-08:00Comments on Examined Worlds: Commemorating the Anniversary of my Mom's DeathEthanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13490888839784651097noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-55331746836155881102016-03-06T18:19:20.934-08:002016-03-06T18:19:20.934-08:00Thanks for your comment, Kyanna. I'm hoping t...Thanks for your comment, Kyanna. I'm hoping to get another post up tonight or tomorrow.<br /><br />I think you're right that grieving is never really over. The funeral director for my mom's funeral told me, "You're never going to stop loving your mom." I think he was right.<br /><br />That's a nice way to honor your grandparents! It's odd that grieving is something everyone does but we seldom talk about. Thanks for sharing.Ethanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13490888839784651097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-44161857966464054682016-03-06T14:30:52.736-08:002016-03-06T14:30:52.736-08:00Hiya Ethan,
I was just clicking around your site....Hiya Ethan,<br /><br />I was just clicking around your site. I really miss your posts when you don't put something up. I think it's been 7 days since the last post. Anyway...<br /><br />This post is very moving. I often question the grieving process. Like...Do we ever get over the loss of a loved one? I feel like I don't. Not for direct blood relatives at least. I mean, my grandparents each passed over a decade ago and I literally still think about it. And it still makes me sad or whatever.<br /><br />I guess it means that grieving doesn't mean that we get over. I do think that we Americans have different ways of grieving. We always observed our loved one's birthdays. My maternal grandparents and paternal great-grandmother. <br /><br />It's beautiful that you have ice cream on your mom's birthday. I cherish the memories I have of my loved ones. I remember my grandparents would drink sweet creamy coffee in the mornings while reading a paper. I have coffee for them sometimes. <br /><br /><3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3Miss Bananahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08909170579043331576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-16925907225907785592015-08-06T12:15:22.326-07:002015-08-06T12:15:22.326-07:00That's a beautiful story, Brandon. Thank you ...That's a beautiful story, Brandon. Thank you for sharing.Ethanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13490888839784651097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-78488155949215683422015-08-06T12:06:13.005-07:002015-08-06T12:06:13.005-07:00I have lost three of my four grandparents. I remem...I have lost three of my four grandparents. I remember feeling conflicted, especially, about how my maternal grandfather died. He had a heart attack, then dealt with the repercussions of that and finally succumbed months later. He suffered terrible physical pain most of that time, yet that long, dragged-out, painful period of suffering also gave him a chance to say goodbye to all of us and make his peace with the inevitable. I had never seen my grandfather cry before one day my cousin and I were visiting him in the hospital. I think he said he'd cried only once or twice before in his adult life and I believe him. But to see those barriers fall, to see him allow himself to be vulnerable and openly express such emotion in front of us, made me feel like maybe there was some purpose and meaning to that prolonged period of suffering. It was painful and awful, yes, but it also gave him the chance to allow himself to be more fully human and to connect with himself, his own emotions, and us, his loved ones, in a way that he'd never allowed himself to do before. Brandon Juhlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01225065096929246383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-81709686603390054562015-08-06T11:55:29.188-07:002015-08-06T11:55:29.188-07:00Thanks for sharing your memory, Cheryl. I'm s...Thanks for sharing your memory, Cheryl. I'm sure Dairy Queen has been good for a lot of parent-child relationships!Ethanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13490888839784651097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323383105577553414.post-33671075451620157762015-08-06T09:56:05.617-07:002015-08-06T09:56:05.617-07:00I remember my parents on their birthdays and the d...I remember my parents on their birthdays and the days of their deaths. My mom died on Aug 31 1996. She was 55. <br /><br />Oddly enough, Dairy Queen was our place for a treat. Mom would occasionally keep me out of school for a day of fun which inevitable ended up at Dairy Queen.grumpywitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14635921159353158152noreply@blogger.com