I've had our bloggy friend Lidna on my heart as she is grieving the loss of a dear friend. And while I don't want this to be a gloomy or painful Flashback Friday, I thought it would be interesting to reflect on how we experienced grief in our early years.
How old were you (approximately) when you attended your first funeral? Did your parents shield you from death and grief or was it viewed as a natural part of life? Did you experience any significant loss(es) in your growing up years? What were your early impressions of death and dying? And while I do not intend this in any irreverent way, are there any amusing memories associated with a death or funeral? If you have kids, how have you handled this subject with them? Feel free to share as vulnerably or as shallowly as you want!
As always, the questions are simply suggestions to prompt your memory and give you a starting point. You don't have to answer them specifically, but you are welcome to. I know there are likely some tender memories on this subject, and most of our FF's will be more lighthearted, but both our fun and our serious memories have made us who we are today.
I promise that next week's Flashback Friday won't be this grave! (Sorry. I couldn't resist!)
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This is one I can do.
I just finished writing it and actually finished it with a smile on my face.
I have it scheduled for tomorrow. Now if I can only remember to come back tomorrow and link up!!
I think everyone need to be comfortable talking bout the greiveing process and remembering the ones we have lost and the people we miss!
Great prompt!
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R
I don't know if you and Linda are FIRL or just bloggy pals, but if you do see her in person please give her a big hug from me. I know how her heart must be breaking as well as all the other women in that group. I have a small group and I can not even imaging how difficult this must be!
I think this is a great prompt. I can't actually participate this week, but the first funeral I ever went to was my grandmothers, when I was 10. The oddest moments at funerals are when strange song choices are played and you have to sit there and find meaning somehow. Two examples: "Nights in White Satin" for an elderly friend, and "Back in Black" at an ex-boyrfriend's funeral. Yikes. Thank you for thinking of me. You know how you are dear to me. And that sweet Robin, too. :)
Great prompt!
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