I was busy – going hard, going fast, like nobody’s business …
So much to say, no one to say it to.
Then a conversation ensued – someone else’s views, similar to mine in many ways – which happens when we make new connections, we learn where we are aligned, where we are opposed and where we are simply different.
I’ve had such exchanges lately.
To those who’ve followed my writing (or was it whining?) about the absence of someone exciting my life, the ‘it sucks’ reality of being alone and too lonely – I met her.
As one might expect, she’s perfect for me.
And I’m perfect for her.
It’s symbiotic, or perhaps symbolic like Barbie meets Ken on an intellectual and emotional plane.
If you are patient and allow yourself the right to talk about it, or not, as and when you need to, the hole in your heart will stop bleeding, though it will never close completely. Some days, the hurt comes back. You learn to survive it, JB, Edmonton, AB
There is no loss greater than a parent losing their child - it simply is not the natural order . . . I can only imagine the pain. The loss of a loved one is forever but memories can help salve the wound except when those memories were so scant in years. But, you my friend can celebrate your birth and life in the next few days - Leo, right? It’s your mane of luxurious locks that gives it away! Enjoy. I’ll raise a glass to you. Take care, SB, Calgary, AB