juliaoceania
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ORIGINAL: ownedgirlie We had the funeral on Saturday. All five of his children stood before the congregation of friends and family, and we held hands and each took turns saying the most beautiful things about my Dad. We honored him in the most wonderful way. My mom sat there crying and laughing and when it was all done she stood up and clapped, and so did everyone else, and then we all started singing Dad's favorite song, by Peggy Lee: "Is That All there Is?" After, we cried and laughed our heads off. Yes, there is beauty in agony. There is if we look, and see it. I believe pain allows us to feel life. I spent yesterday sitting in solace, simply resting in my grief. It made me appreciate the goodness of life, and the ability to experience all sides of the emotional spectrum. Thanks for a great thread. I highlighted your words because they express how beauty can be found in grief that one expresses. I was reading Jane Fonda's autobiography at a point in my life where I had just come out of this dark period. She spoke of finding the tears she was denied for decades after her mother had died, she spoke about not knowing if they would ever stop, and I related because that was my experience in this life. It was this welling up inside that demanded I acknowledge its existence, or I would not be able to go forth with anything. The grief bent me to its will and I could no longer run from it, I could no longer hide from it. It took all my focus for months. I suffered sleepless nights, anxiety, depression, and this overwhelming sadness, and still I refused to let it come out. And then I decided I had suffered enough, and I stopped, and I lay down and I cried. I did not think the tears would stop. I thought that it was the end of me. I did not think it was okay to do this. I cried because I was told not to when I should have, I cried because we lost our home, I cried because I lost my dog, I cried because my sister moved, I cried because my best friend moved, I cried because my mom worked all the time, but mostly I cried because my father was never coming back, and I cried because I thought I could have somehow prevented that at 13. There was beauty in every tear. There was solace in every tear. There was rebirth in every tear. They say that poetry is emotion recalled. Perhaps grief recalled is beauty? I could no more wish to undergo this sort of mind bending, life altering grief if you promised me all the gold in the world, but there is something about living through the loss of everything that makes one free to experience anything. I had to actually feel it to know I could feel at all. I went through 23 years afraid of feeling. I raised a son through that fear, and knowing that if anything happened to him it would be the very last thing I could live through. I hope that didn't rub off on him too much, but I know it did, because I was his ever present shadow, never letting him live because I was afraid if i did he would die.... The fact is, if people matter to us it is a risk. Very few get out of life without going through this, and yet we deny the beauty of it.... Ownedgirlie, we said goodbye to my stepfather in tthe way you said goodbbye to your father., and it was one of the most beautiful things that ever happened to me.....
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