In AA and NA there is often a chair, purposely left empty, to remember the addict that is not in the room, perhaps waiting to find the strength to try a break their bounds or have broken the bounds of this existence and carried on elsewhere.
I love the theme. I love that the act of eating (I am struggling with this, so I came at the piece from a completely different angle) is the equivalent of the moon. How the moon is often held between lovers or families, that wherever they may be they both will be staring at the same moon and touching each other in that magical way.
I do not believe in an after life, not in the Christian way, of prancing through the fields of Elysium.
But they say people never die until the last thought of them leaves this world. So, my grandmothers, dead for 30plus years, still exist as I remember them.
And knowing they would be proud? Well. This is the simplest thing. You know they would be proud. In thinking you wish that they could see you now, they have seen you now, even if only in your own mind's eye. And that is magical. Not anything woo-woo. But that you had a relationship that you knew they would be proud of you, that you thought of them, and they of you, even during moments far away. So maybe, I can't tell you anything, but maybe leave a chair as they do for Elijah during Passover. And maybe, each first bite is a prayer and a thanks, an aloha, both hello and goodbye, and an acknowledgement that they are closer then they ever were, as they are firmly residents in your heart.
I lost my grandmother 3 months ago. She was like my mother. She used to sleep in the room just beside my bedroom. She was my comfort place, my bestie. Now, after she left... I don't have any grandparents alive. I don't have any siblings. Now, I just have my parents and I can't imagine my life without them. I just have them and God.
"And grief doesn’t knock. It just sits down. Across from you. In their chair."
It's no small thing. And this won't help. But you keep them in those chairs with your thoughts. Think of it this way. In all that journey and healing you regret them not knowing. How many years passed for them with the grief of loss of their parents?
You probably interpreted none of it. And yet here you are. With all your good memories to think of alongside your despair.
girl this made me cry—the ending is so profound. i’m on the path to also have them out of my life, and while ik it’s the best decision for me and my future family i dread the day they leave this life and they truly are gone
In AA and NA there is often a chair, purposely left empty, to remember the addict that is not in the room, perhaps waiting to find the strength to try a break their bounds or have broken the bounds of this existence and carried on elsewhere.
I love the theme. I love that the act of eating (I am struggling with this, so I came at the piece from a completely different angle) is the equivalent of the moon. How the moon is often held between lovers or families, that wherever they may be they both will be staring at the same moon and touching each other in that magical way.
I do not believe in an after life, not in the Christian way, of prancing through the fields of Elysium.
But they say people never die until the last thought of them leaves this world. So, my grandmothers, dead for 30plus years, still exist as I remember them.
And knowing they would be proud? Well. This is the simplest thing. You know they would be proud. In thinking you wish that they could see you now, they have seen you now, even if only in your own mind's eye. And that is magical. Not anything woo-woo. But that you had a relationship that you knew they would be proud of you, that you thought of them, and they of you, even during moments far away. So maybe, I can't tell you anything, but maybe leave a chair as they do for Elijah during Passover. And maybe, each first bite is a prayer and a thanks, an aloha, both hello and goodbye, and an acknowledgement that they are closer then they ever were, as they are firmly residents in your heart.
I guess they’ll never die as long as I live. Thank you so much for this 🩷
Dealing with absence that lingers💔💔
I lost my grandmother 3 months ago. She was like my mother. She used to sleep in the room just beside my bedroom. She was my comfort place, my bestie. Now, after she left... I don't have any grandparents alive. I don't have any siblings. Now, I just have my parents and I can't imagine my life without them. I just have them and God.
I’m so sorry, sending lots of love and hugs your way 🩷
"And grief doesn’t knock. It just sits down. Across from you. In their chair."
It's no small thing. And this won't help. But you keep them in those chairs with your thoughts. Think of it this way. In all that journey and healing you regret them not knowing. How many years passed for them with the grief of loss of their parents?
You probably interpreted none of it. And yet here you are. With all your good memories to think of alongside your despair.
That’s true. Thank you
girl this made me cry—the ending is so profound. i’m on the path to also have them out of my life, and while ik it’s the best decision for me and my future family i dread the day they leave this life and they truly are gone