Good Grief People. (Death. The uninvited intruder).

Good Grief People, a deeply moving collection of stories and poems written by Glynis M. Belec; Barbara Heagy; Alan Anderson; Donna Mann; Ruth Smith Meyer and Carolyn Wilker.

DEATH!  The uninvited intruder that robs us of joy in life.

It interrupts your life and slows your plans and goals.  (Donna Mann, page 92 in the book)

This is a book that could claim to be a comforter to all who lose a loved one.  It is that and more.  It is like a comforting hug; an understanding friend.  Within the many experiences I feel there will be at least one with which you can relate, if you have experienced a death in your family, or social circle.

They are stories that could help you deal with the deep trauma of grief, and not be trapped by it.

When we come to accept that death is a part of life.  We can’t escape it, but we can overcome the pain of grief.

Ruth M Belec says it well on page 72. Grief!  We don’t get over it.  Rather, it becomes part of us.  We slowly develop a new normal.

This a profoundly true.  One day at a time, you do what needs to be done.  The hardest part is just getting out of bed, when you would prefer to curl up in a ball and die too.

Death not only robs you of a loved one; it steals your identity.  Suddenly, you are no longer a parent, son, daughter, friend.  Life becomes empty: an empty chair at the table.  Birthdays, anniversaries and special holidays are tinged with sadness.  There are a multitude of new ‘firsts’ as you attempt to regain a normalcy in life.

Barbara Heagy writes, ‘I have learned that grief doesn’t come in nice tidy stages.  It has a twisting path that goes ina and out of healing and new growth, and back into emotional outbursts, anger, and panic.  I may think I am doing just fine and then something will happen that makes me realize I really am not as fine as I thought. (Page 139)

Altogether, a down-to-earth look at, and sharing of death, and the ensuing grief.

Easy to read when you feel you can begin to look at the outside world of life again.

May be purchased on Amazon.ca

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Merry Christmas – Read on…….

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Looking for some reading material over the Christmas break?

The e-book versions of  A Stolen Childhood and Hidden in the Shadows can be purchased at a discount of 25% from December 25, 2017 until January 01, 2018.

 

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Thank you to all who have supported my efforts in the past.

Wishing everyone a blessed and happy Christmas as you celebrate Jesus’ birthday.

Patricia

Simply Christmas

          I read the most beautiful poem this morning.
          It describes the simplicity of the first Christmas.
          No retail bombardments.
          No mountains of toys and trinkets.
          My thanks to Joel Jongkind for sharing.

 

        There were no trumpets and no feasts
        There were no richly laden beasts
        The night our Lord was born
        There were no warm rooms and no heat
        There were no blankets clean and neat
        The night our Lord was born
        There was a stable and some straw
        There was a manger, crude and raw
        The night our Lord was born
        There were some shepherds and some sheep
        Who heard the angels; could not sleep
        The night our Lord was born
        Make sure you’re present, sure you’re there
        And tell Him clearly that you care
        The night our Lord was born
           – Debora T. Jongkind-Dehart

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Getting Ready

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Like most people, I am getting ready for Christmas.  To me it is a wonderful time of year. It no longer holds the magic of my childhood memories, but it does bring the promise of time with family. This is one reason it is so precious to me.  Our children and their families are increasingly busy through the year just doing what needs to be done, and we seem to spend less and less time with them.  So this makes Christmas particularly important now.

I am thankful that I have family and friends with whom I can celebrate this special time of year.  So many others have been split asunder by death, or war, or other tragedies.

It is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, hence Christmas, and for we who choose to believe in the power and hope of Jesus (Christians) it makes the busyness of Christmas all worthwhile; relevant.

So enjoy each busy moment and anticipate the making of your own new (magic) memories with your family, or social gatherings.

Put up that Christmas tree and remember that Jesus is the reason for the season, and try to savour each moment.

Merry Christmas to you, one and all.

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Patricia

New Day

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After being hit by a substantial snowfall yesterday today is showing promise.

This new day displays beautiful art in the sky.

Living close to a lake, we experience truly lovely skies as the sun rises.  Today is no exception.  Despite the wintry landscape the rising sun casts deep contrasts of light and shadow wherever you look.  A delight to behold.

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Methinks this wasp nest will not survive.  Crows continually visit, pulling it apart.

Make this new day count.  Smile much and be thankful for family, friends and good neighbours.

Patricia

 

 

Frigid Weather

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We are still in the grips of frigid weather.  The temperature is minus 20 degrees celsius, outside.

Thank the Lord, we have not been affected by power cuts, and we do have heat.

I look out the window and am in awe of the spectacular scenes I see.  The trees are clothed in ice; this in turn looks more like crystal as the sun touches them.

feel for all who are suffering because of the cold and darkness, and hope power is restored quickly.  We can pray for them and help whenever, and however we can.

The pictures here demonstrate the ice beauty, they do not convey the trauma of downed trees and power lines, devastating many neighborhoods in Southern Ontario.

Stay safe everyone.

Stay warm.

Seek the comfort of warming centres.

Reach out for any help that is available in your area.

This is no time to be proud and independent.

This cold weather is a life taker.

There is an extreme cold alert in place and it can KILL quickly.

Please be sensible.

Patricia 

https://patriciaeday.wordpress.com for my blog and details of my book.

 

 

Endurance Wins

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Winners win, because they refuse to give up.  They push themselves to extraordinary limits in order to accomplish the goal of the race before them.

In Corinth, the Isthmian games demanded that an athlete endure ten months of rigorous training, in order to compete.  Failure to do this, meant there would be no crown and, definitely, no glory.

I began writing my book, A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story, four years ago.  Today it is available to buy as an e-book but the print version demands strict setup and because I am self-publishing, I am the person responsible for the final preparation.  Writing the book was time-consuming (naturally).  Editing even more so.

My goal was to have a printed page turning paper book in my hands.  This was, and still is, my goal.  The constant need of change to appearance, etc.,make paying large sums to ave it done by somebody else – very appealing.  The challenge is that I do not have large sums of money to use.  SO – I plod on; approaching one print company after another to find one that will give me the prize for which I yearn.  A printed copy of my book – that I did not have take out a mortgage to obtain.

Do I get frustrated?  YES.  Do I want to give up?  YES.  More than I care to admit.  Yet, if I do, all those years of effort are wasted.  Just as an athlete, in Corinth, could be deprived of the crown, I would deprive myself of the sense of accomplishment that holding a paper copy of my book would give me.

This morning I was reading my Bible (1 Corinthians 9:24-27) and the words within those passages caused me to reflect on my efforts.  I have been consumed by dollar thinking, without considering a much greater reward.  The tangible proof of four years of writing, editing, rewriting, setup, and angst.

I want that book in my hands, and so I need to refresh my determination in order to reach that goal.

Do you have an unfinished project, that you just wish you could finish?  Why not bring it out and get back to it – today?

Patricia

Author of:  A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story.

Available at:

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Are You Loved?

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When life gets busy, we might overlook the importance of telling others how much they are loved.  This might lead to somebody wondering if they are, indeed, loved – and how much.

My children are busy.  When I say busy – I cannot impress enough, how busy their lives are.  They work full-time, in professional management careers.  They encourage their children to participate in after school interests: dancing;learning to play guitar and piano; soccer;basketball;military pursuits, etc.etc.  All these activities need time – not just from the children but also the parents, as they drive my grandchildren from one class to another.

The time it takes to say ‘I love you’ can, be filled with busy-ness and we don’t even realize we’re not doing it – telling someone how important they are to us.

So, my recent birthday, brought me to tears – nice tears, I might add, as one by one my children and grandchildren, phoned to give me their love and birthday wishes, while gifts and email messages expressed their deepest love for me – causing my deepest emotions to become exposed.  You (I hope) know the feeling.

A card from a grandchild with the words, ‘Nana, do you know how much you are loved’?  Upon opening the card a little critter has arms open wide and the caption reads – ‘This much’, with the words ‘Hug shown smaller than actual size’ beneath it.

A beautiful card from a son, and another from a daughter-in-law and messages galore.  The words from the cards are for my eyes only, so sorry everyone, I’m not sharing those.  My point is that it is so very important to let people know how you feel about them – how else will they know?

An email message from a teenage grandson.  What precious gifts.

I picture God with His arms open wide, saying to each of us, ‘Do you know how much I love you?  This much.  Hug shown smaller than actual size.’

Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how much they are loved, or to show them how much you care.  It can make an immense difference.  A good difference.  Try it and see!

Patricia

Author of A Stolen Childhood, Eleanor’s Story

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Summer Don’t Leave!

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Every year, I am reminded by the media that summer is almost over.  Who says that Labor weekend dictates the end of Canada’s summer?

I live to be outside.  I like to garden, and love summertime.  The thought of intense cold, ice and snow, along with early dark evenings fill me with dread.

Then it happens –  the heat becomes so intense along with high humidity – that I wilt.  Sunset occurs earlier and earlier, until by eight in the evening, there is little daylight left.  I don’t particularly enjoy sitting outside when it is dark; besides bugs become a nuisance.  So, I slowly become acclimatized to retreating indoors.

I guess, this at least prepares me for the cold of winter.  I am less inclined to want to be outdoors and am more content to settle for being in the house.

On a positive note, there is the joy of Christmas to come and shortly after that – well goodness me – seed catalogs start arriving in the mail, and I happily begin to plan for summer again.

Nevertheless, I sadly watch as birds gather in greater numbers, knowing this to be a precursor that they are preparing to leave us.  But as this is the natural order, I settle for the  occurrence knowing it is only temporary.

However each year, it does not stop me from looking skyward at birds migrating and saying, “Take me with you.”

Patricia