tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639144379536594550.post2177178846736399485..comments2023-09-27T15:11:51.910+01:00Comments on Still Life: Missing in actionHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18160971651020687637noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639144379536594550.post-12788918780852168412009-04-29T13:54:00.000+01:002009-04-29T13:54:00.000+01:00My, do I identify with this post!
I've tried to e...My, do I identify with this post!<br /><br />I've tried to explain to people that I don't believe in death and I've never managed to explain what I mean in a way that they understand. But it's precisely what you describe here. I know people die and that when they die I won't see them again - yet there's a large part of me that can't make sense of this at all . . . that believes people I have known, loved, admired, will simply walk back in one day. If everything that is wrong gets 'put right' (war ended, illness overcome) things will also be 'put back' to where they were 'before'. I completely understand why your Mother went through that grief again at the end of the war - when that didn't happen. 'Knowing' something logically isn't necessarily the same as 'believing' it!<br /><br />And if we live with a disability or illness for a long time, we have no idea what we would have been like if we hadn't 'got' it - and end up thinking that, if 'it' vanished tomorrow, we'd go back to 'how we were' - which we wouldn't. I've completely lost touch with how much energy / stamina/ speed someone of my age should have. It's disconcerting because I don't know what I'm missing . . . I don't know what I would 'aim' for if there were any point in 'aiming' for anything!<br /><br />MaryMary Sharpehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04366961487327381951noreply@blogger.com