Mourning, or: Listening

27 thoughts on “Mourning, or: Listening”

1. Truth

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2. 🖤

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3. My morning is joyful 🌄

   1. Mazal tov 😀

      1. Take care friend.

4. It is my evenings that are joyful. But the philosophy syill applies.

   1. Indeed

5. Mourning lasts a lifetime

   1. So it seems to me.

      1. But it doesn’t stay acute forever.

         1. Ingrid, my views exactly!

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6. ❤️❤️

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7. ❤️❤️❤️

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8. Comfort to you. 💓🤗
   I am reminded by the morning light, but my heart is heaviest at night.

   1. Thanks, Michele.

      Did you deliberately write that line as a poem, it has a lovely ring to it.

      ❤
      David

      1. I did not deliberately try to write with a lovely ring, the words just showed up and flowed from my poetic cup. 😁
         Thank you for noticing.

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9. Hope rises with the sun and faith wills it to rise in the morning. So too memory…

   1. Your wisdom reads like a poem to me, Muri.

      Sincerely,
      David

10. David, beautifully expressed. Wishing you solace. Grief coexists with the joys of the present and beautiful memories of the past. As Ingrid says, the pain becomes less acute. ❤ ❤ ❤

    1. Thanks so much, Cheryl. Your comment reads very poetically to me. Was that intentional?

       Yours,
       David

11. Unintentional, David. Just speaking from my own experiences. ❤

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