tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post2298896147240415587..comments2024-03-27T09:52:02.406-07:00Comments on Petunia Face: To Spite My FacePetunia Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-67816214240883179802013-12-01T10:16:06.186-08:002013-12-01T10:16:06.186-08:00I've been staring at my nose for 4 straight mo...I've been staring at my nose for 4 straight months, and it wasn't even my mother. I don't know where the end is, but trust me on this, there is no forcing grief to hurry its course. She deserves the time. <br /><br />Book: Wild by Cheryl Strayed -- you will belly laugh through your tears, and also feel like a warrior of sadness compared to this woman's journey through grief. <br /><br />If you're worried about being sad when you have kids, I'll tell you this: <br /><br />When my Grandpa died, I was in 4th grade. I came home from my first week of school and my mother was crumpled into a corner of her bedroom, it was the first time she had ever crumpled in my entire life and I didn't even know moms were capable of crying. My sister and I went in our room and shut the door, we stared into each others eyes and decided to make our mom a milkshake. Her face was puffy for months, we understood. It's okay for moms to be sad too, we would remind each other. She taught us the power of love that year, and we just loved her harder for it. <br /><br />By the next summer, her face wasn't puffy anymore, and we could tell stories about grandpa and she would smile. That was the most important part, she said. <br /><br />Even though it scared me, I could feel my own little heart growing three sizes in that moment, like the grinches. Looking back, it was one of the most supreme moments of bonding in the trajectory of the love between my mom and I, to understood how much she loved her own dad -- I learned so much. <br /><br />This is family. Sending yours big love. <br /><br />- Emily (just a long time reader) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-88956193010281529982013-11-27T21:49:47.508-08:002013-11-27T21:49:47.508-08:00Just keep writing. And there`re no rules. xJust keep writing. And there`re no rules. xKaren Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00502990509701467499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-45822896829492953282013-11-27T05:46:12.873-08:002013-11-27T05:46:12.873-08:00beautiful.
thank you.beautiful. <br /><br />thank you.A Perfect Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03022160717740694132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-30290161180394718952013-11-26T21:49:45.770-08:002013-11-26T21:49:45.770-08:00I've been thinking about you lately, keep talk...I've been thinking about you lately, keep talking about your nose all you want - there is no time frame for grief! I just lost a very close friend of mine this morning, so that nose thing is gonna be with me for quite a while too...thanks for making me smile despite everything going on. xxooCathihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13514685526355525209noreply@blogger.com