Journal entry 27
Iris Murdoch, a novelist and
philosopher, wrote, “Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination
of the unbereaved.” Even with the power of her great mind to comprehend the
abstracts of reality that befuddle most of us, Murdoch could not figure out
what bereavement felt like. Then she died and her husband, John Bayley, found
out.
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I don't know what's helpful, but I do know that all that you wrote in this post struck a chord with me - blindingly.
ReplyDeleteI shall with respect, quietly read through your posts
Rose
Rose, if you have a question about something later on, let me know and I'll share what I can from my experience.
DeleteMy husband died 9 days ago. Reading your blog is helping me feel less alone. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh I am so sorry, Laura! Nine days in, I didn't know what to think or what to do. I was numb to the world. Thoughts kept repeating about this not making any sense, phrases that circled around and around. And no one knew what to say for someone who died as young as my wife. The main reason why I began this blog was because I didn't want other people to be where I was, feeling alone.So anytime you need a word of presence, let me know.
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