Mom doesn't spend much time online, and so she hadn't seen many of my posts (yeah, yeah, her and six Billion other people ...). But we talked about Dad tonight, and I told her that writing about it had made it easier for me. That all the comments that all y'all left had made it easier.
Show me, she said. And so I did. It was great - maybe we've both been working past the most cutting part of the grief, each in our own way. But joining these different ways gave us a new opportunity to talk about it, and explore his life. At the end, we both felt better.
Joy shared is multiplied; grief shared is divided.
And a quick note to Bluesun, who left this comment to this post:
All I can say isYour advice wasn't needed, but it was exceptionally useful. When she let inertia get in the way of coming to visit, I thought on your post, and insisted. It's been a blessing. Thank you, my friend.
be glad of the times you had,
don't forget your mom.
Life is good, when you're with family. Sometimes life is particularly good. This is one of those times, made possible my the miracle if the blogosphere.