[By now regular readers know that I write random stuff in notebooks, bits of paper...sometimes click it into my Blackberry. I found this crumpled up in the bottom of my fashionable European Carry-All. I call it a "Man Bag," but that can be misconstrued so I keep that between me and my inner circle. Umm...until now that is. I have no idea when I wrote it...but I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter.]
There are people out here rooting for you…even though we may never meet. Despite what you may be feeling now…we DO care about what you’re going through. I see that now…I learned it through our own trials and only realized it recently.
I’m sorry to say that your situation is yours…which means it’s ultimately up to you how you choose to handle it. We have our situations too…we need to take care of those things. (Even though we may not want to.)
I just want you to know that even though it may feel like the world is moving on without you…there are people who forge ahead…but stop once in a while and extend their hand to pull you out of the ditch and try to help you stand.
People do care, Andy… it’s true.
p/s: Nice face lift (referring to the blog, not the bag
). Although you might want to know that it took me forever to find the comment section ’cause it didn’t say “comments”….
I’ll figure out how to fix the comments thing. I noticed that too. My son called me a geek last night. I hope it was because I spend so much time on the computer;)
Thanks for stopping by Agnes. (Love the boots BTW…)
I am cheering you on Andy.. hang in there.
I will, Bob. Have to, right?
Andy
Those “helping hands” are truely a blessing, aren’t they? It makes all the difference in the world…
I’ve found that sometimes those extended hands come from totally unexpected sources, like the seemingly ordinary person you wouldn’t necessarily give a second thought to. Or from the person, who you can tell just by looking at them, is going through something far worse than you are. And unfortunately, there is always someone going through something worse than you are.
Remembering that others are having a harder time than I am always helps me to put my situation into perspective. It’s like I’ve slapped myself in the face and said, “Toughen up, wimp!” And yes, I do have a rather red complexion…
Thanks for your shared wisdom and observations.
I just read somewhere that “Grief cannot be shared”. It struck me at first. But, though we are there for each other, the pain is different for everyone and it can only be conquered alone.
(so, you have a purse ~ couldn’t resist)
This is so true for many of us…i am grateful to never be alone in no matter what I am going through.
Now about the man bag – I have wondered for years how men got along without them, I think it looks much sexier than pockets stuffed with combs, wallets, keys, this, that and the other. Where your purse with pride
Thinking about you….
Ha! Thanks for the thumbs up on the man bag. I love my purse. I’m glad it’s true for you. I can’t for the life of me figure out when or why I wrote this…but it doesn’t matter I guess.
Thanks, Barbara…
That is so true. Grief cannot be shared. My husband was murdered almost 5 years ago. And we were separated. And I still cannot get thru a day without gazing at a construction worker. (Husband was a carpenter). Anyway, my grief is my grief and Andy yours is yours. And anyway we get thru it is good. Love your comments. Keep it up and keep the faith.
Anna, I’m so sorry. Even though the circumstances were different…we are left standing…and need to do what needs to be done, right? And so we will. Thank you so much for stopping by, reading, and sharing. That’s cool.