Thankful this isn't stoneage sharing...

[Robert D.]

I am so very thankful that we are all not in the Stone Age trying to share our grief and help each other with it.. we can just get on the computer and help each other and find people in many different places and learn from them.  help them too. Can you imagine what it must have been like a fortnight two Millenia ago.... you would have to chisel your sorrow on Stone and come back every now and then and see if somebody answered you. My fellow and fellowette grief family....we have each other! We have it made! God bless! Robert

[KayC]

I cannot imagine, it would be hard.  When I took care of my sweet MIL years ago (three years she was bedridden with cancer) there was nothing, no support, no helps, nothing.  Traveling was out of the question so not even hospice sponsored groups...I had small children to take care of as well, age 1-3 and 3-5 in this time.  Life was just keep going and do your best.  No time to think about it.  When she died the finality hit so hard, that I'd never be able to talk with her or hear her again!  We were on our own as far as struggling with our emotions.  I remember my daughter was coloring in browns, blacks, and grays, her teacher called me in because she was concerned so I told her what was going on.  Some time after mom's death they returned to her rainbows and colors again.

[Robert D.]

31 minutes ago, KayC said:

31 minutes ago, KayC said:

I remember my daughter was coloring in browns, blacks, and grays, her teacher called me in because she was concerned so I told her what was going on.  Some time after mom's death they returned to her rainbows and colors.

 

 

KAYC.....Amazing, really....the wisdom and sorrow expressed by little children....There was a child in my 3rd grade glass who had  lived, temporarily, in a shelter home, an orphanage and currently had foster parents when he put a vase and a flower on his third grade desk. His Mother had had a breakdown...his Father was making records in California and Nashville. I've never forgotten that.....and I won't tell you who that little boy was.