For the record, the days after my brother died made it clear to me that we would not just be friends, but somehow an important part of each other's lives. There I was, returning home from a spontaneous pilgrimage I made after Jim passed, driving through Omaha Nebraska for the most random of reasons, when I got a text from you letting me know you were thinking of me. I pulled over and called you, and we met and sat together in your local diner. I told you about the transformational experience I had on my journey, bestowed upon me, I believe, by my brother's spirit. At the time, you had just lost Chewie. You took time from your day and your grief to hang out for a while. That was the first time we had ever met in real life, but you felt closer to me than I ever would have expected. For some reason our paths are entwined. And I think we're both the richer for it.
I’m so sorry, my friend, it all sucks. I’m proud of your bravery in showing your vulnerability. I’m going to check out Armchair Expert. We are in uncharted territory, especially as it relates to social media. You need to do what’s best for you, full stop. And no shame in asking for comfort. I hope Ashley was able to provide that. Sending well wishes.
Thank you, Debbie. I appreciate your kindness. Wading through shame and understanding how to be relatable without sounding like a whiner is something I have no good perspective on. I inherited the pouter gene, and it can be easy to say "whoa is me" for attention. I hope I've navigated that path with earnest and sincere affection for all.
For the record, the days after my brother died made it clear to me that we would not just be friends, but somehow an important part of each other's lives. There I was, returning home from a spontaneous pilgrimage I made after Jim passed, driving through Omaha Nebraska for the most random of reasons, when I got a text from you letting me know you were thinking of me. I pulled over and called you, and we met and sat together in your local diner. I told you about the transformational experience I had on my journey, bestowed upon me, I believe, by my brother's spirit. At the time, you had just lost Chewie. You took time from your day and your grief to hang out for a while. That was the first time we had ever met in real life, but you felt closer to me than I ever would have expected. For some reason our paths are entwined. And I think we're both the richer for it.
Remembering that moment still gives me chills as does the story of your pilgrimage. Thanks for your friendship, Rich.
I’m so sorry, my friend, it all sucks. I’m proud of your bravery in showing your vulnerability. I’m going to check out Armchair Expert. We are in uncharted territory, especially as it relates to social media. You need to do what’s best for you, full stop. And no shame in asking for comfort. I hope Ashley was able to provide that. Sending well wishes.
Thank you, Debbie. I appreciate your kindness. Wading through shame and understanding how to be relatable without sounding like a whiner is something I have no good perspective on. I inherited the pouter gene, and it can be easy to say "whoa is me" for attention. I hope I've navigated that path with earnest and sincere affection for all.
Oh my goodness! That's so much. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all that. 😭 *hugs*
It's been a year so far. I don't know. I'm trying to have strength, and do it relatably. I hope I'm not failing at that.
Strength can be hard to come by after such trauma, especially when things keep happening. I'm glad you have people in your life to help.