tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post600193694378309513..comments2023-12-05T14:22:28.971-08:00Comments on Farm Quilter: The Ball and the Box - Grief ExplainedFarm Quilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01670652033638218941noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-19152335270723518802019-11-04T04:33:41.027-08:002019-11-04T04:33:41.027-08:00That is such a good picture of grief. We've ...That is such a good picture of grief. We've more things in common than I'd though - I too lost a brother at a young age (he was 18) in a drowning accident. Along iwth grandparents, my only uncle and other more distant family and multiple close friends. They are all still missed, sometimes more than others.<br /><br />Sending hugs your way my friend.Moirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16417830478125448599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-38598258378902320892019-10-29T14:50:41.817-07:002019-10-29T14:50:41.817-07:00Grief can come through many avenues...loss can be ...Grief can come through many avenues...loss can be something other than death, yet the ball is true, though God gave me a different picture for my personal grief it's the same lesson.<br />May His peace be your pillow of comfort in the time ahead. xxxJenny of Elefantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02775654415138120426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-86188003221922706292019-10-27T03:51:12.125-07:002019-10-27T03:51:12.125-07:00It is accurate, I also find that having a box and ...It is accurate, I also find that having a box and locking up the pain and then opening it and experiencing it is a way I coped with my Grandfather's death when I was 10, my Dad's death when I was 15 and then my Mom's death when I was 20. I still had my Grandmother alive and had to look after her and comfort her as her daughter had died before she did. She sadly passed away four years later and being an only child I was alone, fortunately I had my husband to support me. <br /><br />My Dad died suddenly of a heart attack and it was such a shock but my Mom had cancer and it was lingering and now I think my Mom's passing was worse. <br /><br />I am so sorry you are going through this at the moment and thoughts and prayers are with you both. Take Care<br /><br />Hugs & Love Susie xxSusie https://www.blogger.com/profile/04263993078091436236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-42222420403425355982019-10-26T21:28:47.164-07:002019-10-26T21:28:47.164-07:00I'd say that's fairly accurate, but I woul...I'd say that's fairly accurate, but I wouldn't have remembered it when Paul died, even if I'd learned it the day before. At that moment, the grief and the pain overwhelm everything, and nothing helps. You know that already. My mother was hard when I was 9 and didn't know anything about life. Paul was next hardest, and my best friend, coming only 3 years later, was almost as hard. Knowing that it won't last at that high intensity is good, but I decided that feeling everything to the utmost shortens the time of intensity a little. Just feel it and get it over with - though it never does go away, you are so right. The tears will come unexpectedly years later, and I don't think that's going to stop - 9.5 years, and it's still there. =)<br /><br />Thanks for posting this parable of the grief, though. NOW it's helpful. =)Susan https://www.blogger.com/profile/09159163720029661287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-56602279018689108042019-10-26T10:22:24.983-07:002019-10-26T10:22:24.983-07:00Thank you for sharing this...I don't know what...Thank you for sharing this...I don't know what else to say. My heart goes out to you.Amy, a redeemed sheephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12324661637036868565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3253708425418133346.post-37512654402733780362019-10-26T07:02:23.630-07:002019-10-26T07:02:23.630-07:00This is an excellent analogy. The nurses and volun...This is an excellent analogy. The nurses and volunteers at Hospic are like angels, I hope they have been able to lift the burden so you can just love your dad in these final days. I pray for a peaceful home going for him, and for grace and strength for you in the days to come. May Jesus be ever present and His love encompass you before and behind as you walk this road. ❤️K Reeveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10110337102663129765noreply@blogger.com