Thank you for sharing Jen. It's refreshing to hear an honest perspective on grief and how it can certainly catch us off guard. Holidays were hard after my parent's divorce and then became nearly impossible once my maternal grandmother died. I hadn't really felt or thought those pains for quite awhile. After my son was born they have kind of become complex for me again. Feeling lost like I don't know how to celebrate. Healing from religious trauma has also played a role in that I guess as well. Hugs from afar. ♥️
Happy New Year!! Thank you for sharing about how grief doesn't behave how we "expect" it to. I remember when Gordy passed. Sending you a hug as you reflect on his love for you today and whenever...
Also, my grandpa lost a finger to a table saw and made us laugh at him with the same silly nose picking trick.
Thank you for sharing a part of your grief journey and the joyful memories of Gordy. Grief is so personal but it is so helpful to hear about the experiences of others. 🌷
I love this! My husband was the step-father (now is the adoptive father) of my daughter and those two are a couple of peas in a pod. I’m so thankful she has him 🥰🥰🥰
Beautifully expressed, Jennifer. Such vivid memories you have to hold on to. The good and the not so good. The real-ness of moving through life together when it could have been so challenging and uncomfortable.
What I wouldn’t give to be around an 84 year old Gordy. ❤️
I, too, had a stepdad who was simply Dad and loved me like I was his own. We lost him Christmas Eve eight years ago. Thank you for sharing about Gordy, which brought back so many of my own sweet memories. We were lucky.
Stunning and heart-wrenching-heart-opening. I was, of course and beautifully, reminded of my own step-father, who accepted me fully grown (I was 20) and whose last name is my son's middle name. Thank you, Jen. Happy New Year, in all its joyous complexity ~ Shannan
Thank you for sharing Jen. It's refreshing to hear an honest perspective on grief and how it can certainly catch us off guard. Holidays were hard after my parent's divorce and then became nearly impossible once my maternal grandmother died. I hadn't really felt or thought those pains for quite awhile. After my son was born they have kind of become complex for me again. Feeling lost like I don't know how to celebrate. Healing from religious trauma has also played a role in that I guess as well. Hugs from afar. ♥️
Happy New Year!! Thank you for sharing about how grief doesn't behave how we "expect" it to. I remember when Gordy passed. Sending you a hug as you reflect on his love for you today and whenever...
Also, my grandpa lost a finger to a table saw and made us laugh at him with the same silly nose picking trick.
Thank you for sharing a part of your grief journey and the joyful memories of Gordy. Grief is so personal but it is so helpful to hear about the experiences of others. 🌷
I love this! My husband was the step-father (now is the adoptive father) of my daughter and those two are a couple of peas in a pod. I’m so thankful she has him 🥰🥰🥰
Much love to you and your memories of Gordy
Beautifully expressed, Jennifer. Such vivid memories you have to hold on to. The good and the not so good. The real-ness of moving through life together when it could have been so challenging and uncomfortable.
What I wouldn’t give to be around an 84 year old Gordy. ❤️
I, too, had a stepdad who was simply Dad and loved me like I was his own. We lost him Christmas Eve eight years ago. Thank you for sharing about Gordy, which brought back so many of my own sweet memories. We were lucky.
Stunning and heart-wrenching-heart-opening. I was, of course and beautifully, reminded of my own step-father, who accepted me fully grown (I was 20) and whose last name is my son's middle name. Thank you, Jen. Happy New Year, in all its joyous complexity ~ Shannan
Nice post