tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post2727884775147143555..comments2024-03-29T07:54:19.736-07:00Comments on Books in Northport: What Counts as a Gift?P. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-5714771311949690312022-12-18T14:30:29.327-08:002022-12-18T14:30:29.327-08:00I am still not seeing grief as a gift. I see the y...I am still not seeing grief as a gift. I see the years I had with my love as a gift, all the friendships we made together, our rich life of art and books and imagination and shared stories and everything else. I see life itself as a gift, and yes, I understand that the person I am today was formed of all my experiences. Would I be less if my husband were still alive? That I don't see. We had lost each other for five years and thought it was forever, so coming back together again was like a miracle and definitely a reason not to take time together for granted. I guess I am going to let this struggle go. Grief is grief. Life is the gift. That's where I'm resting now.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-463505561821241142022-12-06T11:40:09.463-08:002022-12-06T11:40:09.463-08:00I am listening to Anderson Cooper's podcast on...I am listening to Anderson Cooper's podcast on grief too, thank you for the link. I am not listening in any order, just what strikes me. I listened to the one with Stephen Colbert last night...the concept of being grateful for the grief is difficult for me as well. I had to listen to parts of it twice while I thought about it. I'm still thinking about it. I am not grateful my mom died suddenly and 5 month later my dad was killed. But I AM grateful that those experiences make me more open to other people's grief, more sensitive. And I'm grateful for the people I've met because of the experience. So in that sense, the grief is a gift because it's made me who I am today and I think I am a stronger but more sensitive person. Still. I'd rather have them back.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-46429154256236942972022-12-06T04:48:45.567-08:002022-12-06T04:48:45.567-08:00So many aspects and layers to grief, Pamela, and y...So many aspects and layers to grief, Pamela, and you discuss them beautifully and deeply. I lost my dad when I was 30, and he was 55. Way too young for him to go. Part of my grief process learning over the years, especially as I matured, has been to realize the impermanence of life and to try to live each day to its fullest. That has been grief's gift to me.Karen Casebeerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14002150769292672779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-37373111273980058232022-12-05T09:28:36.155-08:002022-12-05T09:28:36.155-08:00So thoughtful; I liked reading Anderson cooper’s r...So thoughtful; I liked reading Anderson cooper’s reflections on grief…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com