tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post1719757853901668709..comments2023-09-16T06:46:45.765-06:00Comments on One Day At A Time: The Glass WallEmily (Garvin) Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05673955923711869273noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-53684479035845638102012-12-13T21:07:48.808-07:002012-12-13T21:07:48.808-07:00Means so much to me. I am touched by you sending u...Means so much to me. I am touched by you sending us this kind of blog.heber windshield replacementhttp://www.mountainmobileautoglass.com/city/Hebernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-15039756239589302312010-10-22T12:50:27.356-06:002010-10-22T12:50:27.356-06:00Go for it, Angela!Go for it, Angela!Emily (Garvin) Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673955923711869273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-12632090249872944102010-10-19T15:42:00.141-06:002010-10-19T15:42:00.141-06:00I have been thinking a lot about the glass wall. ...I have been thinking a lot about the glass wall. I realize there are some who want to come to my side and sit with me, and I don't let them . . .<br /><br />I love this analogy so much. I would love to print it out and bring it to my Grief Group if that's OK with you? The reason the group means so much to me is that we all stand on the same sid of the Glass Wall.Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-79349109777793648162010-10-07T08:51:36.563-06:002010-10-07T08:51:36.563-06:00I had a thought while reading about the glass wall...I had a thought while reading about the glass wall. . . <br />There are those who love you and seek your face around the crowd. . . they find the glass wall with you on the other side, they beckon you over, but there is no way through. They stand at the wall and try to communicate and some time the messages get through and sometimes are lost through the smudge and frost. Both sides can explain a little what they want to say but that wall is there. . . then they have to go back and find others that they seek. . . they come back to the wall often. For me the glass is clearer than some and I can hear some through it. I have been down a road of suffering and loss. When I stand at the glass was there is not as many smudges to my eyes and the glass not so thick that no sound can come through. . . we can talk and grieve together for a while. There are times that the glass is so clear and so thin I feel as though I am standing on the other side with you. We can even embrace! I seek these moments so we can share and grieve and I can understand as much as I am able.<br />I know this glass wall well, I have my own. Not at thick and not as frosted, others I know dearly are on the same side of my glass wall. We share the wall, and the grief and on this side it is not so lonely, not so dark.<br /><br />Find those who are on the same side of your glass wall, and there you can embrace them, grieve with them, and maybe in some small way help each other to heal just a little at a time. There are more people seeking your face in the crowd then you may realize.<br /><br />I love you!<br />KarlaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-64974031529279209362010-10-07T08:45:20.196-06:002010-10-07T08:45:20.196-06:00Thank you, Angela. I'm so sorry you have to go...Thank you, Angela. I'm so sorry you have to go through this as well but I'm so glad my blog can help in some small way. If you ever want to talk, you can email me at emilygarvin@shaw.ca.Emily (Garvin) Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673955923711869273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-90551394202035957552010-10-06T16:03:59.221-06:002010-10-06T16:03:59.221-06:00Unfortunately, Emily, I stand on your side of the ...Unfortunately, Emily, I stand on your side of the glass. My husband also died 7 months ago . . . <br /><br />Jason was 39 years old and died of Brain Cancer. I reside in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with our beautiful 5 year old daughter. And in spite of the busyness of our lives, my heart aches most minutes of most days . . .<br /><br />I feel the same way -- as if I am screaming and nobody can hear me. I appreciate your eloquent words. Your blog means a lot to me. I need to connect to young widows and your blog allows me to do just that. Thank You from the bottom of my heart. God Bless You.Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1856230925324124058.post-78676704628290831152010-10-06T14:21:07.239-06:002010-10-06T14:21:07.239-06:00Isn't it strange how unless you do go through ...Isn't it strange how unless you do go through the same situations you try everything in your power through words, stories and comparison to try and find common ground, partial relation or some experience in your own life......no matter how much you go through the memories in your brain and the people you know and their stories--it's impossible to even imagine the pain someone goes through when they lose their spouse. I went back over the conversation we had the other day and realized I thought I could momentarily identify with the terrible sleep deprivation where someone needs to remind you to shower, get groceries, eat etc.... after having a baby it's exactly that but then I realized that only happened to me for a couple weeks and it was over.Not to mention for entirely different reason's-- Than I thought to myself--she's done it everyday for the last 7 and 1/2 months and it really isn't the same at all. I believe the intention in mentioning it in the first place was to desperately try to understand exactly the pain you feel everyday--but no matter what "comfort" I think up or remember or whatever words I came up with no matter how good of intentions I had in the moment. It only seems to minimize the pain you have experienced since Craig passed away..........I get what you were saying the other day now about not understanding--I'm not ok with it but it's the truth I don't understand the pain you feel and the crippling affects it has on your every day life. I'm just glad you are willing to share it with me and others and I will do my best to listen to you cause I've discovered listening is the only way I can really partially "get it" or be on the same side of the glass as you just for a little while. I want to be there for you when you need me in any way that I can and if listening is what I can do than I'm here and you have me for that.<br />Love you sister!<br />LydiaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com