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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.
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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.
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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.
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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.
Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.
So many reasons for leaky eyes.
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River's world..... 
So sorry for your losses and the reminder of them, Rivergirl. It’s good to cry though. Let the tears flow.
Deb
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It’s cathartic. Even after 8 years.
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Memories sometimes do that. It is a great example of what makes us human.
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I can tear up very quickly. Guess I’m extremely human.
😉
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Aww. I’m sorry River. Yes, grief of a loved one never goes away no matter how long. I still miss my dad 😦 Look at how green your property was, and Mr. White (very appropriate name) seems happy as well.
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He was a stray brought to us by the neighborhood children. I let them name him.
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Oh friend, I am sorry. Sending you a hug today. ❤️
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Thank you.
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I’m sure I have said, more than once, that a person never really dies as long as someone still talks about them. If I didn’t, then Marcus Aurelius did. That’s one heck of a good poem you picked out. I can’t make up my mind whether it’s a pang of joy or an ecstasy of pain.
I think you’re exceptionally Human, perhaps more than I am, so I’m not going to tell you how to deal with your feelings. I can’t wait for your next post, good bad or indifferent. Forward is that way.
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Forward is always my direction of choice, but the past can be beautiful and fills my heart. Sometimes I have to visit.
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A helluva day. Your first post took me one direction. This post takes me another. You have memories of your mother — you don’t know how lucky you are to have meaningful memories. I was eight when my mother died, and my sperm donor did not let me go to see her last moments at the hospital, nor was I allowed to go to her funeral. So for me, she just disappeared, before I ever got to know her. Where other people have “Mother” I have a blank space.
Plese do not say you are sorry for me. I have no idea what I am missing. In fact, I only know I am missing something because most people have “Mother” in their hearts. Mother to me is meaningless. That is what hurts.
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I never knew any of my grandparents… paternal were dead, maternal moved back to Austria before I was born. So I have no idea what that feels like either. Not the same as a mother, but I understand your point.
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With both my parents being born back before WW1, my grandparents were long dead too. There are stories there, but that is all I have of them. Maybe this is why I see myself as a “child of the universe!” I really have few familial ties.
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My father was born before, my mother slightly after. They were much older parents.
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My partner’s parents were born the same time my oldest siblings were being born. It j7st seems so strange. Yes, she is 17 years my junior (a number similar to the gap between you and hubby) but the gap between her parent’s and my parent’s births is over 30 years. That’s like 2 generations. She was brought up in a totally d8fferent world than I was.
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And yet my mother and father were older than my husband’s parents. Weird…
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Very. Yours started late. His started early, lol. Mine started late, and continued on far too long.
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My father married at 48, I was born when he was 53. My mother was 13 years younger than him and had me at 40, after 4 miscarriages. I was her miracle child.
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Aptly described. I was just one more mouth to feed — nothing special here. So, really, if you had a baby now, it would be no surprise. 😇
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It would be, considering I had a full hysterectomy 7 years ago.
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Both of us have detoured from our usual type of post today and gotten serious — but for different reasons. Your reason is unfortunately a sad one, so I’ll take a cue from my post and offer the empathy of shared humanity.
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Thank you.
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Those we love bring us smiles and tears–whether a mother or a cat–they gave us love and we had a place to give love!
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Very true…
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My condolences on a loss that remains forever. FB can be such a fickle place, makes you laugh, makes you cry.
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It was a good cry, but still.
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This makes me feel very fortunate to still have parents healthy enough to travel and visit.
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Treasure them. Even on the days you find it hard…
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Well, now you’ve got my eyes watering. So sorry for all your losses, and I understand how fresh it can all feel.
It’s been seven years for me with my Mom, and I still have teary moments. BIg hugs.
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