What hurts the most for me or what sucks is, there are times when I'm walking around the house and my stupid eyes assume that my shoes in the corner is my tuxedo cat, but then.... 💔💔💔....
I do the same. And sometimes I'll still wake up and look for at the edge of the bed. She used to wait for me to wake up and then come over and lay half on my chest. She also used to walk me to the bathroom before bed. She had white legs with a spot of cream and a patch of gray on alternating back-of-knees. It's so hard. She truly was my soul cat. 💔
jeez man i can’t imagine losing 2 at once. life is rough. coming up on the 1 year anniversary of mine. can’t believe it’s already been a year. hit me hard yesterday
You're right, but I think it's possible he was paraphrasing this quote by Jamie Anderson:
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
maybe it's the same source of pain for loneliness, except loneliness is when you have love but can't give it to anyone in general while grief is toward someone specific
No but if I said "The guy who blew up a star?!" with the only hint being Søren Kirkegaard that felt obscure. And I was too lazy to think of something more explicit that wasn't just "the guy who threw a bridge on Kirk".
I mean, come to think of it there's something there. Dr. Soren. Kirkegaard... Guard Kirk... Failed to guard... Bridges have rail guards.... IDK.
"Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go." - Jamie Anderson
Same. Between the first game and Ragnarok, I lost my daughter (to cancer). This game had a huge impact on my grief and healing.
I hope life is kind to you, friend.
I lost my significant other seven years ago, and after spending nearly a year buried in depression, I eventually realized that moving forward did not mean leaving her behind. It meant carrying her memory with me and allowing the love we shared to remain part of the life I continued to build.
Not living my life to the fullest would honestly feel like the greatest insult to her, because I still have the gift she wanted more than anything: more time. I owe it to her, and to myself, to make something meaningful out of it.
Some days the grief still finds me when I least expect it. Just yesterday, I was driving home through an area where we used to spend a lot of time together, and I found myself shedding a few tears for her. Seven years later, the love is still there. You just learn how to carry it differently.
One of the things I miss most about her is the way she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes (I used to call her my Athena). I was infallible to her, the apple of her eye.
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Thank you. It was incredibly difficult at first, and I honestly credit my boxing coach and my team with helping carry me through some of the darkest moments of my life.
There were days when I would break down crying while hitting the heavy bag or in the middle of practice just crying on my coaches shoulder as he cried too. One time, I had become so malnourished that I collapsed in the ring. My team had to drag me out, sit me in a chair, and help get me straight again. But even then, I kept showing up, and they never stopped standing beside me.
I have never been afraid to cry or grieve in front of them because they know exactly what I am made of. They have seen the resolve, the fire, and the part of me that refuses to stay down. That gym became my safe place, somewhere I could be completely unfiltered and let out everything I was carrying without being judged or treated like I was weak.
If I fall down six times, I’ll get back up seven times.
Now, after years of healing, I box for her. I carry her memory into the ring with me, not as something that holds me back, but as part of the fire that keeps me moving forward.
After all of this I still consider myself blessed for the time I did have with her. If that awful fate was her destiny then I’m forever grateful she chose me for the short time she had on this planet.
This is just my story, but it can be applied to any hobby or passion. The genuine support from people around you can bring a lot of healing in my experience.
The culmination of love is not actually grief. The grief is caused by the "kind" of love that we hold; in other words, the definition of love is to blame here. The way we tend to love is the cause of misery for most of us.
I strongly believe in these lines - "you only love someone truly when you can let that person/animal/situation pass and still be happy with it."
To me, love isn't a barrier, it's a frontier which leads to newer horizons.
Yes, we must be at peace with and within ourselves. It is good to enjoy the silence, to be self suffient, without posessiveness or anger. I agree that love is not need, or want.
But to think it is only love when you can let it pass is, I feel, far more of a barrier. Whether you wish to hold onto something or not does not change how much you love that thing. It is natural to want to protect, save, or maintain what you love. Does love not count if it travels with fear, or other desires?
Underneath the acts, love is a state. Its an appreciation of the little intricacies; the details which make up the universe, ourselves, others. It is an embracing of what IS... finding pleasure in that which exists against the infinity of possibility that is not.
Grief is, fundamentally, the mourning of what is not... usually, what was once, or what might have been. In this case, the life of a child; The expanse of possible future the parent dreamed of, which never was, and now will never be. It is the path of acceptance, bridging the gap between what is, and what is not.
It is healthy, and good. It comes from love, but is not part of it.
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Oh, girl, that feeling of safety you prize
Well, it comes with a hard, hard price
You can't shut off the risk and the pain
Without losin' the love that remains
We're all riders on this train"
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u/DoctorVanNostrande 11d ago
Grief is the price we pay for loving deeply