It's been a wee while again since I started a post.
I thought I had 'moved on' (my how that phrase still annoys me more than two and a half years on). I can't explain but the last couple of weeks has made me reflect. I'd been going forward fairly well I guess.
I was recently looking through various documents and recall a post of a poem on here. I've written 'a few' in the past and came across this one. I remember being asked by a 'certain person': "What's the point in writing these things if no-one else is going to read them?"
She was right, so often. I haven't done this too many times but here goes:
"Come Through The Door"
I've come back home
And am all alone
Sitting, waiting
For you to come in through the door.
I've come back home
To watch and wait
Through all hours late
For you to come in through the door.
Watching, waiting to hear you cry
Watching, waiting to hear you say
Waiting to hear you're on your way.
I've come back home
And I'm all alone
One the edge, hoping I won't fall
Anticipating that you may call
I've come back home
And want to hear
You say: "It's Me"
But I know it will never (again) be.
I looked back and found myself writing this in 2023, one year and a day after the day. I look at it now and still see and hear the "It's Me".
I can't also recall a quote I saw about grief but it was along the lines of only real love is shown through grief or real grief is true love. Whatever it is/was only on here do we really understand.
Take care,
WDJ
Hello WDJ
Good to see you on this again ! What a wonderful poem /text. Very moving. I feel the same way. Two and a half years later. The same as you. The "moving forward" is still not happening, but a shift certainly has. The last few months have been doing painting and roof repairs. One thing lead to another, and I have had to deal with it all myself. Plus with difficult French workmen !!! Waiting, waiting for them. Still not finished either. Have been to a therapist/ healer a few times and she has really helped. She told me recently that she saw a great improvement in me since my first visit, last year. Perhaps I have more confidence and have learnt to say NON when I feel something isn't right. Yes I now can say I am Finding Fiona. I have my sad moments of course, and I miss Barry very much, but I talk about him all the time, and hear his voice, advising me I am sure. That plus the Land rovers I see all the time . He had about 40 of them throughout his life. A real fan.
Well take care and lovely to hear you again.
Hugs again xx
I echo Fifinet's comments about WDJ's poem. I still get the feeling, over 3.5 years on, that Nic will come back through the door.
Fifinet, I'm the same re moving on. I've not really, but also think things have shifted. I've had work done including a new conservatory which is far from perfect - leaking, bad workmanship - but I can't be bothered to sort it out, just too much brain work involved. I too, am saying no to a lot of things that I would just have accepted before. So now I am a moody, angry person who doesn't suffer fools who has to put a nice front on a lot of the time. Grrrrr is my mantra these days, and a lot of muttering about things.
Nic also loved Land Rovers. He had a 25 year old one badly in need of renovation. I was lucky to sell it to someone who has done just that and made a lovely job of it.
Take care.
Well, I'm still I think `in the middle` I've kind of accepted Jay is gone but at the same time still can't comprehend he is gone. My `shift` I think it still to happen `mind is willing but the body just not ready yet to follow` but it will come I hope and it will happen. I'm only 17 months in now from losing Jay so a little bit behind you all. I am having another one of my `down weeks` but I know I will shake it and be ok again. I turn 3 score and 2 (62) next Thursday (21st). Don't know what to expect yet my birthday last year was very low-key and I expect will be the same this year. Did you know Fifi ( my wee Scottish friend) that my birthday is the same day as Voltaire the french writer you keep mentioning and I also share it with the actress Goldie Hawn. Ah `my claim to fame`. WDJ that was a lovely poem can resonate so much with it. Take Care everyone.
Vicky xx
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