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  •  My dad was gone years before I ever met My Beloved (9+ / 0-)

    yet they were very similar in many ways.  Both of them were gentlemen, in the old fashioned sense.  They both loved baseball, and they both loved me.  

    When dad passed, it left such a gap in my life, and in my heart.  For years, I kept thinking of what I had missed.  Then I woke up one day, thinking of what I'd been given.  It made all the difference.

    Grief can be that ferocious animal that gnaws at us and tears at our hearts.  It's an evil beastie, until we face it down.  Once put in its place, it starts to lose its power over us, never entirely going away, but becoming...manageable.

    As someone wiser than I once said, "You don't get over it, you get used to it."

    Your love of history  helped you to see another part of the lesson I've been learning and re-learning: the great wheel turns.  We live, we leave our mark, we leave.  And yet...nothing ever really dies.  Some part of us remains here, in one form or another long after we depart.  And the love we bear for one another, and share with one another......that's what eternity is made of.

    Oh.  And we were a pretty cute couple!  He always said so!



    We cannot call ourselves a civilised society if we refuse to protect the weakest among us.

    by The Marti on Fri Mar 29, 2013 at 08:59:15 PM PDT

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