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REACHING OUT

What does reaching out really mean?
To me, it means that sometimes it involves doing something we might find uncomfortable.
Often, there is an excuse of not wanting to reach out because we might impose on someone.
Sometimes, it is difficult to do something because we’re afraid it might cause the other person to be sad.
Often the truth is that we don’t want to see their sadness!
It’s far easier to ignore it! When the sadness is hidden, we can assume it’s “going away.” That is simply not true. For many people, the sadness is so much easier to tolerate when it is shared.
However, my lesson is that even though every person is different – it is well worth the risk to reach out. Continue reading

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ONLY TEARS – PART 1

Today, I realized I had the same feeling I did when I finished writing about Jason. It was the feeling that my blog had a first page, which was extremely meaningful. The whole experience was such an “up and out,” that I felt calm and able to manage without sharing anything for a while. There was simply no point to follow it with something trivial. Continue reading

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I CAN FEEL LOVE AGAIN

It became clear to me that my grief regarding Cheryl had finally surfaced for me to explore. There was so much grief coming up and out of me. The newfound energy is the release of that pain. I had no idea how much energy was required to hold all of that pain inside! Continue reading

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I’LL NEVER FIND ANOTHER YOU

My insight about my friendship was that it was a path I traveled on to maturity. Just like romantic love, I went from a fantasized notion about a relationship to a real one. This one ended with death, however, I can celebrate everything that I learned from the experience. When we progress from fantasy love to adult love, we become so much deeper. I know I am flawed and human. Cheryl was also an “imperfect human,” and I love her deeply as I remember her. She may be dead, but she is inside my heart and in my songs. Continue reading

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