We’re married for 52 years now…known each other since high school. Live a pretty routine life in the early morning…she did not come out of the bedroom at the usual time…slight worry after about 15 minutes…had to go check…yes still breathing. Then later read about kentuck.

Every single minute is a blessing.

Much better off for your poignant reminder.
Much love to you for your humble acknowledgement.

Be well and treat each other well.

I’m sure Kentuck appreciates that.

As my mom often said "but for the grace of God go you and I." She believed deeply that it was God's grace. I believe it's the randomness of the universe we live in. Doesn't really matter what one believes, the truth remains. I'm at a point in my life where I've lost a number of good friends and family and can't help but wonder why them and not me. Every day is a precious gift. Live it to the fullest.

My deepest sympathy to Kentuck.

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There is an expressions that seems to guide Republicans: “If you’re rich, you deserve it, and if you’re poor, you deserve it.” My version is that those who are “rich,” — already a vague term at best— occasionally deserve it, and those who are poor almost never deserve it.

I have also lost friends and family. My best friend in Spain dropped of a heart attack at age 38. My wife’s brother, as well as an aunt of mine, and one her children, all died of glioblastoma (like Cecile Richards and John McCain). Sometimes, it’s just time, and neither justice or fairness will save us.

you never recover.
Life simply goes on.

You are right. The love and pain of loss persists. We can only accommodate and carry on.

I lost them about 6 years ago. It feels like yesterday. I miss them every day.

At the funeral a former friend was bragging, yes bragging as if it were a competition that I had lost, about how they had been married for 40 plus years. Everyone got quiet and looked down at there feet. Did I mention this was at the funeral?

Does it matter? It's never enough time with a loved one. Time makes fools of us all.

Some are greater fools than others.

She was very nice up to that point. I don't talk to her anymore.

It matters. It makes a difference. Just some little reminder that you’re not alone can be helpful, at least to the morale. Thanks, DFW.

We WON’T forget, either.

Brings happiness and deep understanding for others. Even in sadness... We feel alive!

I don’t apologize for my good fortune.

I don’t look away when others are struck with bad fortune.

Ten years ago.

-90% jimmy

It's central to who you are. And it's central to your own goodness.



We cannot take away another person's grief, but we can remember it.

That is highly effective in these situations. Unfortunately the therapist has to be certified by the American Psychological Association and they might not be available in remote areas of the country.

It is 70% effective in one visit.

It was originated by a psychologist at a veteran’s hospital and was even more effective than 70% with vets who had PTSD and other problems resulting from death of a colleague in battle.

The list of certified therapists is in the back of this book the psychologist wrote. Later today I will look up the title and add it to my post. Everyone facing this situation should record the title and keep it in a safe place, just in case.

I’m sure that more than one of us could use that info, if not now, then some day.

how he originated this method of grief therapy:

This book presents the story of the discovery of this therapeutic method, case studies of people who have been healed by it, and the procedure used to induce the psychological state necessary for the experience to occur.

The book includes a large number of combat-veteran cases. The reason is that I was a psychotherapist on a post-traumatic stress disorder unit at a Veterans Administration hospital for twenty years. I had a large number of veterans working through traumatic memories and feelings of loss from their experiences in combat who had the after-death communication experience. I have found, however, that the approach to therapy and the resulting after-death communication experiences are identical to those of civilian cases.

Title: Induced After-Death Communication by Dr. Alan Botkin.

He makes no claims about the afterlife. He just talks about this form of therapy and how it works.

I’m looking forward to reading it tonight and hoping it helps.
❤️

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Is what has kept so many people tied unnecessarily to religion.

As an Atheist and a skeptic, that loss of a belief in an afterlife was at first very difficult to take. It meant I would never see my parents, spouse and friends again. But in the end, I realized I would rather face reality then be fed lies. Replacing grief with magical thinking does not seem like a good solution.

the phrase about how the author does not say this is the afterlife?

Careful reading, please.

How can you talk to the dead if they aren't living in some kind of death world?

I am statistically likely to lose my husband before he loses me. I can't imagine that future, but I know someday that will most likely be reality. I'm sorry for Kentuck being the prize winner this time. My mom died when I was a kid and the reality of death has never left me. I'm not afraid to die anymore, I just think it sucks and it should be outlawed, which is ridiculous.

To those who come here in sorrow,
Sympathy and Greeting--
So have we done in our time."
--Author Unknown

The good in my life…. these past 7 years I have lost my mother, my father, a son, a daughter and my husband…. somehow we carry on and I choose to live each day letting the people still around me know how much I love them….
The empathy is strong and knowing kentuck’s loss I hurt for him…. I hope for him to be ok in time

I am so sorry for your losses.

The fickle finger of fate will crush us all. This is why competition, judgement and lack of compassion can be so destructive. You never know how difficult someone else's life has been.

I remember a story told to me by a friend about a father on the subway with three kids under 8. The kids were acting up, yelling and getting in the way. So my friend goes up to the father and says, "can't you keep your kids under control?" The father says he's so sorry he didn't realize. They were coming back from the hospital where their mother had just passed away.

Things always look easier from the outside.