husband's passing, and is still dealing with it. One of those things with mourning that I think many of us are discovering - in which it takes HOW-EVER LONG IT TAKES. Nobody can tell you how long you're supposed to process it and come to terms with it. Nobody can dictate some overriding time-line of "getting over it". It just takes how-ever long it takes. A bunch of us from my high school graduating class are getting together again online, updating each other on our lives and passages, looking to plan another reunion on our own (the school has nothing to do with it - that's kinda how our whole class was, unruly and independent as hell) because the last one was so utterly terrific!
We're all struggling with, and trying to come to terms with, the various "accoutrements" of aging. Loss of parents and other elders, loss of spouses, loss of siblings, loss of our own independence, divorce, separation, remarriage, disconnections, triumphs and betrayals, changing health conditions some of us now face, the lot. This particular friend has the blues these days.
I saw this thread and just loved it to pieces! I'd read my friend's email earlier in the day, yesterday. Last night I stumbled upon your thread here. I immediately thought of her, and sent her a link to it. It's just so exquisitely lovely and reaffirming! One of the best photo essays I've ever seen for help in buoying up. Beautiful and reaffirming and empowering. Just the thing my friend needs, methinks.
So I thank you heartily for this, and for that, too! ("This and That" as the late great Bette Davis would say!)
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