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This morning I woke up from a dream where I was sitting on the couch in my current livingroom with my mom. We had our arms around each other and were chatting and she seemed sad. My dad came home and they exchanged some empty words, and he went upstairs; then, I held her and she started crying because they'd grown apart and would probably get a divorce if it wasn't for me. I held her a while, happy that I could be an adult daughter and a comfort, but so, so sad for her. Then I woke up and they were both still dead. It's probably about the job thing, but still -- I woke up shaking.

As always: love 'em while you got 'em, love 'em the best you know how. Be gentle: we are all so beautiful and so fragile, even when we are fucking up.

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Thanks for sharing. I'm going through a particularly challenging time right now and this story and your words are helpful.

Oh my god.

Yeah, mine too.

Yes.

Thank you for sharing that.

Love, love, love.

Dreams like that are the saddest but most beautiful gifts. I think no matter where we are in our lives this can be applied in some way. In my life, with a very difficult sister, who I love, but cannot find a way to connect with. That does not mean I will stop loving, nor trying. Thank you for sharing.

Thank you for posting this.

The Summer Day
Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Thank you.

*hug*

Cow.

I keep coming back to this entry, wanting very much to say something but not knowing what. I hadn't known your parents are dead, and so this entry was like a little story to me, overwhelmingly sad, like Hemingway's six-sentence story ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn").

I think your final line should really be engraved somewhere in every family home. Like maybe on everyone's hearts.

I don't talk about it much, but of course I feel like I talk about it all the time. Few days pass where it doesn't cross my mind. Ironically, the one person I would like to talk to about what it's like to be a motherless mother of a young child would have been my mother, who lost her mom at the end of college. But, clearly, no dice.

It's been nearly ten years now. Good lord. Nine and a half, since my father died (after a lot of illness, at age 55). My mother died suddenly and unexpectedly of an asthma attack, six months later.

Thank you.

Oh. What a sad dream and what a beautiful reminder you give us all.

Thank you for sharing, M.

::sigh::

Oh, Gods. Thank you for sharing this. Be Well.

This hits deeply, in a very special place; thank you for sharing, and good thoughts be with you when you are in a tough spot.

Not that research/science makes anything better, but this post reminded me of a post I'd read at Huffington Post a while back, about a study on parentless parenting: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/allison-gilbert/parentless-parents-how-to_b_376061.html

Like someone said above, it's hard to know what to say, but your last line resonates with me. It's good to remember for those of us that can take our parents for granted.

Thank you for linking to this. I read it a while back, too, and was wishing I still had the link (but of course I couldn't find it, having not received it in email, and searching for it was depressing).

no words, lots of tears.

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