My gram used to say that our own grief is the worst grief, unless we're able to let go.
After my daughter died, 2 days after she was born, I experienced exactly what she'd told me.
The world stopped to exist and all I could do is think about her.
But then I was told about a mother who died during childbirth and I realised that not far from us a baby had to grow up without his mother.
In fact this opened up my grief and I realised I was one in the long line of mothers who had to live with a dead child in her personal history and her family history.
This has formed me for life.
Whenever I experience something I realise I'm one of all those people who experience the same.
It's not the grief which is most important, it's how we deal with it.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Grief
2010-09-11T22:25:00+02:00
Laane
my buddhist path|
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