A new mystery from the library is surprisingly engaging.
Fresh heirloom tomatos from Metropolitan Market sprinkled with sea salt, pepper, and olive oil.
Frosting straight from the can.
A bubble bath that smells like oranges.
Reading in the sunshine after 12 rough hours at work.
"No matter how many losses, or how deep your ocean, you still must cope one wave at a time. Grief, in and of itself, isn't something that will come, last a period of time, then go away. It's like an ocean, sorrow coming in like waves, then receding and coming back when you're not watching, hitting you full force in the back, or slamming you straight in the face. Then, it recedes again. You take it one wave at a time. Eventually, the tide will go out and the waves won't be so high, nor the current so swift. But the ocean will always be there.
F.L. Mills
F.L. Mills
5 comments:
I'm thinking of you and I love you. When are we getting together? Thursday? Friday? I can't remember...or am I supposed to call you?
Love you Jenny - Hopefully your waves stay small enough so they are manageable. I'm thinking of you.
That has to be the best description of grief I've ever read. We look forward to giving you a bug hug soon.
Jay and Chenoah
*hugs*
I know it's only a small gesture, but it's heartfelt. :) and hooray for frosting!
--steve--
The more and more I read that quote, the more I find it true. It's been happening to me quite a bit lately.
Got your message. Friday morning would be fine. I'll call you tomorrow. :)
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