For much of my life my pervading fear was I did not know how to love. Probably because the depth you speak of escaped me. Since sobriety, I have found someone and to contemplate her loss causes a pain I can only endure in small doses.
Thank you for sharing. When I was an active alcoholic, I think I loved booze at least as much as I loved people. Sobriety gave me much more room in my heart.
I knew an old women in Eugene who screamed at the moon every night, at midnight, from her front porch, at her dead husband..."You dirty son-of-a bitch!..." for leaving her. Love and hate sometimes are the same. Years ago, I wrote a play about it called "Howling at the Moon."
Wow. Reading this really hit me hard this morning, especially this: "...I don't think I could survive that kind of love. But I want it." Wow.
yes even in my nineties ...The needing rarely ends.
Thank you so much. That is both a scary and comforting thought.
For much of my life my pervading fear was I did not know how to love. Probably because the depth you speak of escaped me. Since sobriety, I have found someone and to contemplate her loss causes a pain I can only endure in small doses.
Thank you for sharing. When I was an active alcoholic, I think I loved booze at least as much as I loved people. Sobriety gave me much more room in my heart.
I knew an old women in Eugene who screamed at the moon every night, at midnight, from her front porch, at her dead husband..."You dirty son-of-a bitch!..." for leaving her. Love and hate sometimes are the same. Years ago, I wrote a play about it called "Howling at the Moon."
Wow, thanks for sharing that. She did howl.
The next bus...
This brings up so much emotion.
Thank you. Yeah, it got me in the heart at the end as I recorded it. My voice cracked.
I imagine nearly every parent who has lost a child feels like that guy. I think I would.
Unimaginable grief.
Oh goodness, this will stay with me for days....and beyond. Thank you
You’re welcome. It’s got me, as well. Thank you for being a reader and listener.