by Pat Antonopoulos
I just lifted that, "A Purse Full of Pennies", from an email...stole it from my friend.
Our friendship is built on lots of 2-cents-worth-sharing, daily emails, some phone calls and too few actual in-person contacts. Often the pennies are exactly the coin of the current realm, and less often they are an agree-to-disagree penny toss.
But we each own a purse that is full to overflowing.
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Forever Now
by Pat Antonopoulos
We establish our silent companions as we mature, not always able to discard the most painful. The death of a parent, spouse, a child, sibling or a friend can add grief to those over-the-shoulder companions that whisper their presence throughout our lives. Time doesn't really heal loss. We find ways to diminish feeling, but death of a loved one becomes a life time companion.
Memories of harm clutch, and refuse our struggle to let go. Betrayal festers, no matter the degree.
Ghosts? Memories? Spirits? The silent companions are with us. A line in a book, the breeze across the porch, a smile from a stranger, or the giggle of a child can force us recognize grief yet again.
Silent meals become the norm because what needs to be spoken cannot be said. All other conversations are far too trivial. The walls of the house become a fortress protecting us from the world that cannot understand.
All this is reality, that "time to weep". But we are amazing creatures. When we are able, we talk. It takes time and patience to get to the deepest part of pain but baby steps simply take longer. When we find that person who has earned our trust, we begin to diminish our pain.
Friendship is an extraordinary gift that can be shared by all ordinary people.
We establish our silent companions as we mature, not always able to discard the most painful. The death of a parent, spouse, a child, sibling or a friend can add grief to those over-the-shoulder companions that whisper their presence throughout our lives. Time doesn't really heal loss. We find ways to diminish feeling, but death of a loved one becomes a life time companion.
Memories of harm clutch, and refuse our struggle to let go. Betrayal festers, no matter the degree.
Ghosts? Memories? Spirits? The silent companions are with us. A line in a book, the breeze across the porch, a smile from a stranger, or the giggle of a child can force us recognize grief yet again.
Silent meals become the norm because what needs to be spoken cannot be said. All other conversations are far too trivial. The walls of the house become a fortress protecting us from the world that cannot understand.
All this is reality, that "time to weep". But we are amazing creatures. When we are able, we talk. It takes time and patience to get to the deepest part of pain but baby steps simply take longer. When we find that person who has earned our trust, we begin to diminish our pain.
Friendship is an extraordinary gift that can be shared by all ordinary people.
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