Who are you remembering today?

I started a thread on who are you remembering. If you care to read and or comment, the thread is here: Who do you remember on "Remembrance Day"

CANDC

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I posted on your other thread, CANDC.

But, I'll just mention this website, here, as it's about grief and loss and might help someone: MyGrief

Many people sadly

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Originally Posted by TheGal I posted on your other thread, CANDC. But, I'll just mention this website, here, as it's about grief and loss and might help someone: MyGrief

Thanks for the link @TheGal

@VabGirl oh no that sounds rough.

@CANDC: I always remember three people and must mention them all as it is every day. My Mamaw (Paternal Grandmother), father, and mum, I am scientifically grounded, but it is almost as if they haunt me.

@16PennyNail I am coping with the loss of my parents in the last 8 years and I can hear yourpreoccupation. I dream of them and they are in my thoughts sometimes during the day. It is not so much like they are ghosts as I have unresolved business with them.

As part of the grieving process I expressed gratitude to them before they died. That helped to know I said the things I meant to say and they heard as best they could in their state of mind. But my need is greater than that. I need to see all the kindness they did for me and all the sacrifices they made of their time and patience and resources. I got caught up in the blame game at times when I was depressed or anxious, blaming anyone who happened to be in sight. Now I know I need to take responsibility for the results of my words and actions and not blame others.

I still have a lot of gratitude to experience.

I enjoyed your war stories of iraq. I think the last one I read was #3. Did you stop or did I miss some?

I see your avatar and it looks like someone who is sick or recovering. How are you my friend, if I may call you that?

CANDC

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I would be honored to have you call me a friend. I haven't stopped writing about Operation Dessert Storm; I got sidelined in the hospital, and they are like my second home now. I get tired so easily at times, and they have me on so much medication. I am going to write another one of those. It is one thing I never shared a great deal with my therapists. They can get intense with them, and I get relief from just recounting what happened. I don't like I had to use violence, but someone has to if we are to remain what we are. I am sorry you miss your parents as well. What I would not do to have them here now. Thank you for your kind words.

@16PennyNail I did not realize how much I would miss the simple conversations we had. They seemed to have a special feeling towards me as their child that no one else has. Now that they are gone I realize how unique that was. Some mentors cared for me too and supported me but in a different way.

Sorry the hospital is dominating your life right now.

CANDC

Well nice to see you are still here. In fact, I've noticed a lot of old timers here June 6th I remembered my father; it was his birthday. 11 years since his suicide but it doesn't seem that long ago. Now Father's Day is landing on my birthday, smh, feels like I'm under a wet blanket @CANDC

@Trace14 nice to see you again. Sorry for the loss of your dad. That must be rough having Father's Day on your birthday.

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People who left, either died or just left into the darkness or light depending where they are now, I feel as if my childhood memories aren’t for real, as if the things that happened never happend.. they seem too distant and as if not a part of me, especially many people I I spent time with have died (cancer) or disappeared to never hear from them ever again which is particularly sad because they influenced me as a kid.

I watched this video from „soft white underbelly“ (I know it’s a bit controversial, exposing people and their vulnerability) Where this woman called Cassandra Drotar says „Silence is is a sound too“. It’s haunting, you wonder whatever happend to these people? Are they alive? Why did they chose to cut off every connection?

But it’s also about me respecting their decision to leave.

Sad but it’s life !

I am 69 and have lost my parents, all my aunts and uncles on my mother's side, most of my uncles on my dad's side, some cousins, and three dear friends. At times I think of each of them. Today I'm thinking about one of my friends who died at age 65 a few years back. Many of my husband's relatives are dead, too, including his parents and most of his uncles and aunts.

I've mentioned him once before, but he is so ingrained in my mind that I often think about him. When we first moved here, I was about ready to turn six. The first peer I met was an African American kid who lived down the hill from us. His name was Marcus Johnson, and he was, and he grew into a great young man. We moved from there to another house, but I still saw him at school, and we had sleepovers at each other's homes. I left the area for college at 16, and in my third year, what was unthinkable happened. I was at school and could not be there. My father

called me and told me that night. He was at a public gymnasium in the small town I grew up close to. He was playing basketball and had a genetic heart defect that had gone undetected. He fell dead on the court from a massive M.I. (Heart Attack). Each of us was 19 years old, and it was something. There was so much potential for such a great young man. I never got to say goodbye to him or hear him call me "Brainiac" ever again. What a frightfully terrible thing, I will never get over it.