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OPENING THE GATES TO OUR HEARTS

Posted on March 8, 2010 by Judy

When I first met Magda while playing tennis, I had not yet lost my child. We became friends through our common interest, the enjoyment of tennis. She loved children, and when Jason was born she was extremely caring. After losing a child, I learned things about many people and their pain. Friends and other humans shared pain with me that they had kept hidden prior to that. Many people bury their pain so that they can carry on a “normal” existence. After Jason died, many people shared their own grief experience with me. Continue reading →

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I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG

Posted on March 7, 2010 by Judy

The post title, “I KNOW I’M LEARNING, “WRITE” OR WRONG,” refers to the fact that I was always the “good girl.” I was used to being told that everything was clearly either right or wrong. I never wanted to disappoint my parents, and I have had a lot of difficulty allowing myself to see things differently than them.
My father has a severe hoarding problem. Honestly, it’s very severe. It has been one of my mother’s greatest aggravations. I am, on the other hand, very organized and can throw things away.
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FROM LAUGHING TO SOBBING

Posted on March 3, 2010 by Judy

I had a memory recently while I was remembering more traumatic events about Jason. It is huge. Her and I have not spoken about it in many, many years. I will share it later, but here’s a hint. Joni’s oldest daughter was born three months before Jason. While I was in the hospital, without my child (he was in neonatal intensive care), I called Joni at 3 a.m. Continue reading →