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I was at a funeral home the other day helping with an annual holiday event held for folks who've experienced a loss during the year, and picked up a little card that I could have benefited from much sooner -- but from which I believe I can still benefit, since closure doesn't occur on a schedule and I am indeed still mourning some most beloved souls I have known. I do wish I hadn't let people's surprise that I was "still" mourning after only a month shut down my feelings as I once did, because the complicated grief that can occur as a result of that kind of shutdown is just what it sounds like: much more complicated to recover from. As I've heard some say: to heal, you have to feel.
The bill of rights referenced on the card I picked up and which I'm finding helpful, in summary (a more detailed version is available here and is well worth checking out): Quote:
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“We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day.” — Antonio R. Damasio, “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness” (p.28) |
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Thanks for this vonmoxie. I grew up in a very old extended family. I was an only child & the next youngest person to me was my mother. And she was middle age when I came along. I spent my entire youth going from one funeral to another as all of the relatives I was growing up with died off one-by-one. I don't know that I ever grieved for any of them. Back then, no one talked about such things as the grieving process. Death was just something inevitable that happened. You went to the wake. You went to the funeral. Sometimes there was a reception afterward. Then you went home & resumed doing whatever it was you were doing before. I've donated my body to the University of Minnesota Medical College.
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