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Bryce F.A.Q (Last Updated: 2024 Nov 21 4:12 am)
My thoughts are with you. I too missed my Mother's passing. I had visited the day before, was due to visit the next day (3 hour journey each way). She had seemed so much better last time I saw her.
Remember the good times.
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Many thanks for your condolences, they are all very much appreciated.
I tried the "early to bed" bit, but couldn't sleep.
So I've decided to get drunk instead.I'll go to bed when I either can't read or can't type..
I would usually finish "Cheers, Diolma", but I can't find it in me to do so just at the moment.
Our condolenses at this sad time. We watched my wife's mother pass away last year after her long battle with dementia. We understand how you must feel.
Perhaps the people in a cafe' felt your loss too and just respected your need to be lone? I think that's what I would do.
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And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...
Oh Diolma, I'm so sorry to hear about your mother.
Such a loss is never easy to cope with - just know that we are thinking of you, and we are here if you need to talk.
Fran
Measure
your mind's height
by the shade it casts.
Robert Browning (Paracelsus)
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What sad news indeed. One of the loneliest and emptiest feelings when one loses one that is close to you. A while back I was browsing through the “In Memory Of” gallery over at 3D Commune when I came across this beautiful tribute offered by one of my favorite Bryce artist Deanna Hancock. Please take some solace from this rendering and poem. My prayers and sympathies are with you and your family.
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Im sorry for ur loss man. my condolences.
Now dont go drinkin too much ok? Last time i drunk outta sadness i nearly got myself alcohol poisoning. Its not really the best mindstate to get drunk in.
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Oh, Diolma, I'm so sorry to hear about your loss.
Sending you some big warm comforting hugs!
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I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Our prayers are with you. As the cafe crowd appeared to show, we're all too caught up in our day-to-day junk sometimes to offer a simple kindness to someone in pain. I'm gratified to know that, at least here at Renderosity, we can still see it within ourselves to care about others.
I wish I had more words of comfort, but there just isn't a magic phrase for the kind of pain and loss you're feeling. Know that I will continue to pray for you. God is the God of more than enough, so He can comfort when we are helpless.
On a personal note, thank you for sharing your loss with us. Even though our words are inadequate, I am glad that you'd trust us with your personal feelings.
Once again, many thanks for your condolences.
I've just got back from the ceremony of "interring the ashes" (mother was cremated a week ago). Such a small remnant of a vibrant woman...
I'm now going to make some possibly contraversial staements, but they're true...
I'm not a very emotional person.
I'm an atheist.
I found the ceremonies (the pre-cremation one and the interment later) moving in a small way but I got put off by all the (undoubtedly well-intentioned but to my mind unsupported) statements regarding "in the after-life". I don't believe in it, and cannot be convinced.
I will remember mother, with great affection. But she is gone and that is that. Sad, but true.
To me, to maintain (as the vicar did in the cermonies) that she is "still alive, but somewhere else" seems rather condescending. It was hard attending these ceremonies, but I had to do it to give support to the rest of the family - I may be an atheist, but I know my duty.
I'm almost over my mourning now. I know that I'll have "flashbacks" for the next few years, but eventually that'll fade. Like it did for my father, many years ago.
But I still very much appreciate the warm support that's been given by this forum, whether from a theological perspective or from a purely humanitarian one. Sympathy is non-demoninational (in fact it's non-religious) - it's just a very human and welcome attitude.
Many thanks again,
Diolma
Diolma, I’m glad to hear that you are almost over your mourning my friend, a very hard thing to do over such a short period of time. It is obvious that your personal beliefs are not of concern when so many people, from different parts of the world, from different believes can come as one to the side of a fellow member in their time of bereavement and loss. So it is not a question of belief but a statement of international cohesiveness and understanding amongst people. May your coming days fill brighter in the sunlight of life to come.
Quest
Diolma, I'm not terribly religious either... what I found comforting when my grandma passed away is to think of her "afterlife" being in memories of her, things she instilled in her children (my mom and my aunt) and in her grandchildren, me and my aunt's two boys.
So, your mom is still with you in a way... I hope you know her well enough where you know (to a degree) what she would say, or how she would interact with you. There's a lot of her spirit (not in a mystical or religious sense) but in an emotional sense, that is still here, with you.
Hugz, Connie
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This morning I set off to visit my infirm mother.
Mum died while I was walking from the station to the hospital.
On the way back home I stopped in a cafe for a cup of tea.While drinking it I broke down and cried.
Nobody noticed.
I came home and decided to type this.
But the screen keeps going blurry and I have a headache.
I think I'll have an early night.