Last night I cried hard for an hour, though not as hard as I really could or probably need to, but it's still just too much to let out in full. After 3 months, the unending reality of my mother's—and father's—GONEness is hitting me in a way that feels like a kick in the stomach. There's a reason it's called "crying your guts out." It's always easier for me to sing my feelings than talk about them or cry about them. So here I am with our church band, Between the Banks, at rehearsal this past week singing "Hey Man, Now You're Really Living," by the Eels.
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Hi Dianne,
I've been reading your blog and can really relate to many of your feelings about the loss of your Mother. I am definitely in the depression, reflection, lonliness stage! Pain goes beyond words as I walk around with a smile on my face but such sadness and pain inside! I have days where I do not leave the house but I do what I have to do! Thank you for your courage to share and I will continue to think of you in light!
Your voice has brought joy to my days! Keep on singing!
Steve
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