Don’t bypass the need to mourn. To be honest I am still mid read in your post. But, I had to stop. For me bypassing the need to mourn only hit me so much worse later.
I was so proud of being strong, leaning into my faith and moving forward.
But, I truly wasn’t. I was glossing over. It was bubbling under until it blew.
For what it's worth, it's also okay sometimes to not jump in to assure us that "it's been so beautiful, too".
I became chronically ill as a teenager and I'm only now, with children of my own, just beginning to catch a glimmer of what it must have been and meant for my mother. Hang in there.
Thank you for this. Been deeply mourning--lamenting--the sudden and unexpected transfer of our beloved parish priest (who was also my confessor). 6 weeks after I thought our parish had escaped the May transfers, thought we could keep him for a 4th year...he's being transferred. And I've cried.
Don’t bypass the need to mourn. To be honest I am still mid read in your post. But, I had to stop. For me bypassing the need to mourn only hit me so much worse later.
I was so proud of being strong, leaning into my faith and moving forward.
But, I truly wasn’t. I was glossing over. It was bubbling under until it blew.
Then the pain and rawness hit all over again.
For what it's worth, it's also okay sometimes to not jump in to assure us that "it's been so beautiful, too".
I became chronically ill as a teenager and I'm only now, with children of my own, just beginning to catch a glimmer of what it must have been and meant for my mother. Hang in there.
I needed this. Thank you for sharing, Nell!
Thank you for this. Been deeply mourning--lamenting--the sudden and unexpected transfer of our beloved parish priest (who was also my confessor). 6 weeks after I thought our parish had escaped the May transfers, thought we could keep him for a 4th year...he's being transferred. And I've cried.