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About enna

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    Advanced Member
  • Birthday 12/05/1942

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  • Location (city, state)
    Goodyear, AZ
  • Interests
    Spending time with family, reading, an active member of Hospice of America, level two certificated volunteer as an end-of-life death doula

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  • Your relationship to the individual who died
  • Date of Death
    May 25, 2012
  • Name/Location of Hospice if they were involved:
    Hospice of the Valley - Phoenix
  1. How We Survive

    It doesn’t matter if it is one day, one week, one month, or many years… Mourning a loved one will last a lifetime. We do the best we can. How We Survive by Mark Rickerby If we are fortunate, we are given a warning. If not, there is only the sudden horror, the wrench of being torn apart; of being reminded that nothing is permanent, not even the ones we love, the ones our lives revolve around. Life is a fragile affair. We are all dancing on the edge of a precipice, a dizzying cliff so high we can't see the bottom. One by one, we lose those we love most into the dark ravine. So we must cherish them without reservation. Now. Someday. This is certain. There is no time for bickering. And their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts; a pit we struggle to avoid during the day and fall into at night. Some, unable to accept this loss, unable to determine the worth of life without them, jump into that black pit spiritually or physically, hoping to find them there… And some survive the shock, the denial, the horror, the bargaining, the barren, empty aching, the unanswered prayers, sleepless nights when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence and all that it means. Somehow, some survive all that and, like a flower opening after a storm, they slowly begin to remember the one they lost in a different way... The laughter, the irrepressible spirit, the generous heart, the way their smile made them feel, the encouragement they gave even as their own dreams were dying. And in time, they fill the pit with other memories the only memories that really matter. We will still cry. We will always cry. But with loving reflection more than hopeless longing. And that is how we survive. That is how the story should end. That is how they would want it to be.
  2. Poetry

    WOW! This just took my breath away...
  3. Meditation

    DAILY MEDITATION An Honest Being-With March 15 Photo courtesy of V. Dobson Being with a friend in great pain is not easy. It makes us uncomfortable. We do not know what to do or what to say, and we worry about how to respond to what we hear. Our temptation is to say things that come more out of our own fear than out of our care for the person in pain. Sometimes we say things like "Well, you're doing a lot better than yesterday," or "You will soon be your old self again," or "I'm sure you will get over this." But often we know that what we're saying is not true, and our friends know it too. We do not have to play games with each other. We can simply say: "I am your friend, I am happy to be with you." We can say that in words or with touch or with loving silence. Sometimes it is good to say: "You don't have to talk. Just close your eyes. I am here with you, thinking of you, praying for you, loving you."
  4. Maui Pasta Arizona made it at last

    Finally, the place is so inviting. I look forward to my first meal there and to visit with both of you. I'm all set to taste Patty's Alfredo sauce. I agree with you Steve ~ it is a very spiritual place and I'm so glad it's right here in Arizona. The paintings are so nice. Anne
  5. Oh, Karen, I'm so glad you have the dentist behind you. Now for the healing. Sounds like you have a good dentist. I hope you heal quickly and that the pain eases up. Anne
  6. Significant Quotes

    Sometimes it's better to be positive...even when you keep getting knocked down.
  7. I just watched this again and wanted to post it after a few years ago ~ excellent.
  8. Hi Katie, Of course, your heart and soul are aching. And it absolutely is not acceptable to lose a child let alone four. This is not something that needs to be” fixed” and I’m sorry you feel that Allen is trying to “fix” things… I am sure he is not but perhaps only trying to support you in your deep pain. I believe that Mother loss can only be understood by a mother and cannot be compared to any other loss. I know how much you love each one of your children and Caleb and Ryan will continue to give you a run for any energy you have or don’t have. Know that we have you in our thoughts and prayers. We are always here to listen. Anne
  9. Someone sent this to me and I find that it says pretty much how I feel and probably how anyone who lost a spouse or significant other might feel. I'm with you Gin about the evening hours ~ even after almost six years I still have those moments that going on seems pointless. We do go on because that is what we do. I know nothing will ever be like it was when Jim was here. I accept that. I talk about my grief and make some people uncomfortable when I do. I know there are no answers as to how I'm going to live this different life but there are things I can do about it. When I get up in the morning I am grateful to have another day. It doesn't mean that I like how it is going to go but it does mean that I have a chance to do something even if it seems pointless. I have been doing more volunteering because it fills part of my day. I read and meditate even though I don't know if it will help me in this different life. I try to find at least one thing I do each day that takes me outdoors. I love my yard and the area I live in gives me opportunities to enjoy nature. I also have a hobby that fills up some hours of my day. There will always be a hole in my heart. We do what we can to make the best of things.
  10. Significant Quotes

    At some point in our lives, we all feel anxious. It's always a good thing to be pro-active and follow some of the suggestions.
  11. I am so very sorry that your Grandma passed away today. We will be here for you.
  12. Someone who inspired me in my early months of grief and who reminded me that it is always important to tell those you love that you do love them. I miss her wit, and her ability to make us laugh. Every time I see a roll of toilet paper it reminds me of the gifts that Darcie Sims shared with us. I still have a little box on my fireplace that I use to add a positive thought of the gifts I do have. “Thanks for the Little While…” and thank you, Alan Pedersen, for the song. Remembering...