tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post1346742835942164585..comments2023-05-12T05:17:32.379-06:00Comments on Good Grief: Caught in the UndertowNoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13714541394769902623noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post-42555253100659634832011-08-15T11:43:05.827-06:002011-08-15T11:43:05.827-06:00I haven't known what to say to much of your bl...I haven't known what to say to much of your blog lately, mostly because I feel so distant from that freshness of grief that it's hard to relate and hard to know what to say. I'm sorry. Silence is as bad or worse as the wrong words, because at least with the wrong words you can be outraged with a friend about how you canNOT believe someone said that.<br /><br />There should be a drinking game about people saying the wrong thing about widowhood, but I'm afraid that would have only encouraged me to drink even MORE, which probably would have led to alcoholism. Being able to finish 3/4 of a bottle of wine all by myself in a few hours isn't alcoholism, it's thirst.<br /><br />So... I completely understand this. I couldn't believe how hard it was to see my sisters have children and then more children, stacked up on top one another. I had asked God to be remarried before Reese had two kids, and then her firstborn were twins, and I felt like God was laughing at me, while gently saying "No, you don't get to call these shots, and Reese is none too happy about that either." My arms ache for the children that were supposed to follow B in quick succession. And just like you, I don't always feel that way - the waves can push me to shore as regularly as they sweep me out. <br /><br />God can give you children in new and unexpected ways. I have taken solace in the nephews at whose birth I wept happy and sad tears. I have taken on an entire nursery to love the babies in our church. It's not the same. It's better than nothing. And I do appreciate being able to hand a screaming baby back to their parents and getting my little piece of quiet back. But it's not the same. <br /><br />I love you.Addiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08141998685403350378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2699042885255346769.post-8985806936845810422011-08-15T11:08:11.860-06:002011-08-15T11:08:11.860-06:00Wow. You hit it head on... thats how I felt before...Wow. You hit it head on... thats how I felt before my vacation. Didn't want to have fun, didn't feel right. But I (actually my friends) pulled my shit together and had somewhat of a great vacation. I miss you!!<br /><br />ChrissyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com