my little sorrow ~

“The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.”
— G.K. Chesterton


Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”
— Mitch Albom (For One More Day)

“Grief can destroy you –or focus you.
You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn’t allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it.
But when it’s over and you’re alone, you begin to see that it wasn’t just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill.
It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it.
The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can’t get off your knees for a long time, you’re driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.
And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.”
— Dean Koontz

my story is this, I’ve been dealing with letting go of my old bed which was still a great source of comfort for me to sleep in & after all these years a very sturdy mattress and box springs of the King variety.
It was a quality bed which is not made any longer, no not
in this world of synthetic foams, visco & memory foam, this foam, that foam, goodness, it’s enough to drive a person looking for a new bed to sheer frustration, who needs it!?

Damn I don’t want my mattress to remember the shape of my butt!

Darn you
growing pains,
I feel you still ~
I always shall,
I always will
true blue, ache deep
in my bones
I ƒeel the loss, I sowed
I reap
the sorrow,
for the me I was,
But shall not be tomorrow.
with you,
my friend,
gave me comƒort.
© M’sheArt2


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