Some interesting thoughts.
Married to an obsessive compulsive must have been interesting but obviously she took it in her stride and enjoyed the fact it probably made aspects of her life easier.
Bereavement group. I wish they had those things back in the 60/70s. It might have helped my Mum and me at 17 and my brother at 15.
Keeping constant records of someone's voice and not parting with stuff = maybe a temporary thing but probably does not help with the getting over it phase.
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My father recently picked up a telephone voice message from a friend who had died a couple of days before he heard the message and I once received a misdirected Christmas card from someone who had died before I received it, wishing me all the best for the coming year. These are normal incidents of living and dying and, probably, we should just regard death as a natural conclusion of life down here - whatever happens (or doesn't happen) afterwards. For years after Cary Grant died, his young widow couldn't bear to hear his voice (difficult to avoid that one) but she remarried later on.
The future lies ahead.
Death may prove to be that evolutionary jump into hyper-space, but you still can't take your #8 Aldens with you. So enjoy them while you can.
When Dorothy Parker was just widowed, a nosey neighbour went to ask her whether there was anything that she could 'do' for her. Dorothy replied ''Run down to the corner there and get me a salt beef on rye - but tell them to hold the mayonnaise.'' It got rid of the nosey neighbour.