Some of you "know" me, many don't. I don't post here much these days, but I pop in now and then. Some may recall I had found love in my life during the past year, some may say "I told you so" now that I acknowledge that it's over. We were perfect together, yet miles apart by the rules of society, and like it or not...some do still feel pressured by such rules. I'll cut to the chase. He ended it because he didn't know what to do with me in his life. There's a pretty substantial age difference, in fact, and we are from 2 different cultures (him Greek, me American). We had 8 wonderful months. Anyway, yesterday my mother died. In my time of needing a friend, I called the man who had been my best friend for those 8 months. We spent 5 hours together yesterday evening, able to finally be at peace with what we meant to each other. I know this is long, but this is a letter I wrote to some friends and I just wanted to share it because some of you here on CS have also touched my life and this applies to those of you, too.
Thank you ...for being my friends, for always being there for me, whether I felt at the time that I needed you or not....you were there. Thank you for your thoughts now as I begin my journey at a time when my mother ended hers. Or, perhaps, at a time when my mother also begins a journey. Thank you for putting up with and understanding my weaknesses. Thank you for turning to me for strength when you feel weak or in need. Thank you for letting me spill my guts, probably too freely for my own good. Thank you for knowing that there's no right or wrong in love....there's just love. Thank you for giving me the time I needed to find my smile again. Thank you for still being here as I try to recapture my heart. I know where it is and I'd like it back again, but it's in a good place. If it stays where it is, there are far worse places for it to reside.
He played a song for me on his guitar last night. He looked at me, said "I want to play this for you" and it was beautiful. Perhaps he just wanted to play me a song, perhaps he wanted to say something through his music that he couldn't say in words. Whatever it was, the image of this beautiful long-haired man playing this song is forever burned in my head. It's called "Love Thing."
I still grieve for him as I now add the loss of my Mom (her name was Jennie, by the way) to my grief. And yet I'm at peace.....because grief is about love. I never doubted Mom's love. I'm now certain of his. It's a Love Thing, after all.
Thank you guys. I don't know where I'd be without you.
Kalo Taxidi, Jennie. I'll be home soon. I know you're at peace now....and, finally....so am I.
Medsummerflopping around on the beach, Liguria Italy1,682 posts
How can one die when they are alive in your heart? They've only moved to a new address and they still leave out an extra plate for when you'll stop by for dinner.
a few words I shamelessly purloined from "bodleing" on C.S.
"You can shed tears that she is gone, Or you can smile because she lived, You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her Or you can be full of the love that you shared, You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
I'm so sorry for your loss. And you're words are an inspiration to me. I lost my husband 3 yrs ago to cancer. But it took me a long time to come to peace with it. I'm glad you have found friends to help you thru this and you aren't alone.
Thalassa: Some of you "know" me, many don't. I don't post here much these days, but I pop in now and then. Some may recall I had found love in my life during the past year, some may say "I told you so" now that I acknowledge that it's over. We were perfect together, yet miles apart by the rules of society, and like it or not...some do still feel pressured by such rules. I'll cut to the chase. He ended it because he didn't know what to do with me in his life. There's a pretty substantial age difference, in fact, and we are from 2 different cultures (him Greek, me American). We had 8 wonderful months. Anyway, yesterday my mother died. In my time of needing a friend, I called the man who had been my best friend for those 8 months. We spent 5 hours together yesterday evening, able to finally be at peace with what we meant to each other. I know this is long, but this is a letter I wrote to some friends and I just wanted to share it because some of you here on CS have also touched my life and this applies to those of you, too.
Thank you ...for being my friends, for always being there for me, whether I felt at the time that I needed you or not....you were there. Thank you for your thoughts now as I begin my journey at a time when my mother ended hers. Or, perhaps, at a time when my mother also begins a journey. Thank you for putting up with and understanding my weaknesses. Thank you for turning to me for strength when you feel weak or in need. Thank you for letting me spill my guts, probably too freely for my own good. Thank you for knowing that there's no right or wrong in love....there's just love. Thank you for giving me the time I needed to find my smile again. Thank you for still being here as I try to recapture my heart. I know where it is and I'd like it back again, but it's in a good place. If it stays where it is, there are far worse places for it to reside.
He played a song for me on his guitar last night. He looked at me, said "I want to play this for you" and it was beautiful. Perhaps he just wanted to play me a song, perhaps he wanted to say something through his music that he couldn't say in words. Whatever it was, the image of this beautiful long-haired man playing this song is forever burned in my head. It's called "Love Thing."http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsDsV_lTdQgI still grieve for him as I now add the loss of my Mom (her name was Jennie, by the way) to my grief. And yet I'm at peace.....because grief is about love. I never doubted Mom's love. I'm now certain of his. It's a Love Thing, after all.
Thank you guys. I don't know where I'd be without you.
Kalo Taxidi, Jennie. I'll be home soon. I know you're at peace now....and, finally....so am I.
Oh Thalassa , words cannot convey how truely sad I am for you this day... I am so sorry about the passing of your Mum.. she is as you say ,at peace . I have no doubt that your long haired man loved you a lot... it speaks volums that he was there for you in your time of grief. I think it is better to love and lost ,than to never even have a smidgeon of what you and he shared.
Thank you all. I'm tremendously sad at the moment, yet somehow tremendously joyful inside. How lucky I am....how blessed. For I've been loved by the most incredible people one could ever hope to know. Family, friends, lovers, husbands (2 of them). I may appear to be alone in life, but I can't begin to express how wrong that image truly is.
Thalassa: Thank you all. I'm tremendously sad at the moment, yet somehow tremendously joyful inside. How lucky I am....how blessed. For I've been loved by the most incredible people one could ever hope to know. Family, friends, lovers, husbands (2 of them). I may appear to be alone in life, but I can't begin to express how wrong that image truly is.
Medsummer: How can one die when they are alive in your heart? They've only moved to a new address and they still leave out an extra plate for when you'll stop by for dinner.
a few words I shamelessly purloined from "bodleing" on C.S.
"You can shed tears that she is gone, Or you can smile because she lived, You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her Or you can be full of the love that you shared, You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on, You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back, Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
Your words are so true. By your leave, I will copy and paste on my desktop. They (the words) are too beautiful to be lost.
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I'll cut to the chase. He ended it because he didn't know what to do with me in his life. There's a pretty substantial age difference, in fact, and we are from 2 different cultures (him Greek, me American). We had 8 wonderful months. Anyway, yesterday my mother died. In my time of needing a friend, I called the man who had been my best friend for those 8 months. We spent 5 hours together yesterday evening, able to finally be at peace with what we meant to each other. I know this is long, but this is a letter I wrote to some friends and I just wanted to share it because some of you here on CS have also touched my life and this applies to those of you, too.
Thank you
...for being my friends, for always being there for me, whether I felt at the time that I needed you or not....you were there.
Thank you for your thoughts now as I begin my journey at a time when my mother ended hers. Or, perhaps, at a time when my mother also begins a journey.
Thank you for putting up with and understanding my weaknesses.
Thank you for turning to me for strength when you feel weak or in need.
Thank you for letting me spill my guts, probably too freely for my own good.
Thank you for knowing that there's no right or wrong in love....there's just love.
Thank you for giving me the time I needed to find my smile again.
Thank you for still being here as I try to recapture my heart. I know where it is and I'd like it back again, but it's in a good place. If it stays where it is, there are far worse places for it to reside.
He played a song for me on his guitar last night. He looked at me, said "I want to play this for you" and it was beautiful. Perhaps he just wanted to play me a song, perhaps he wanted to say something through his music that he couldn't say in words. Whatever it was, the image of this beautiful long-haired man playing this song is forever burned in my head. It's called "Love Thing."
I still grieve for him as I now add the loss of my Mom (her name was Jennie, by the way) to my grief. And yet I'm at peace.....because grief is about love. I never doubted Mom's love.
I'm now certain of his.
It's a Love Thing, after all.
Thank you guys. I don't know where I'd be without you.
Kalo Taxidi, Jennie. I'll be home soon. I know you're at peace now....and, finally....so am I.