As I said the memory is the greatest deciever; I was blind to many things whilst my mother, and grandmother, were both alive. I now see them for who they were; great people, but none-the-less I must fight off the "urge" to remember them in a perfect light. They were human; just as much as I.
Speaking of which death is a part of life; it's what makes your child worthwhile and what makes the "memories" you speak of so dear; the unconscious knowledge that a person will leave us gives that bittersweet taste to our emotions and memories; it's what makes our tears all the more genuine as long before you ever cried them you knew you would have to. Without death life loses sanctity, and eventually it loses meaning. We live because we know we will die.
Why bother striving to make a memory if you're guarenteed never to die? Tis a waste. While it's a hated prhase, one which many people are blindly disagreeing with, we live to die. All of your activities, up till now, have they not been to ensure some kind of pleasure or feeling, some memory whether just for you or not? You too are aware of your ability to impact life, and once old enough to reflect you want to remember yourself as you wish yourself to be, but of course if you truly remember yourself as you were you may be appauled; that goes for anyone however and isn't a judgement on someone I do not know.
Of course it hurts; thus the construct. The dead are dead, and whether In the Spirit or in the Soul you can't contact them. They become figments of your imagination as far as this world is concerned; you're the only one who "feels" these beings, you and perhaps your family collective. We call things like that DELUSIONS. Of course that's rather harsh on my part; my insensitivity is quite uncalled for. I act as if I am immune to human heartache but as I said, two years ago, a wreck. Twas the decision to simply stop clining to such ideas that made life easier.
Fair enough, but what good is comfort when it impedes the goal? Grieving is meant to end; if you're keeping it alive with your memory all you're doing is killing time and stifling the process. That's up to you though; again for some it can take, literally, decades and beyond.
Death is powerful. It draws these things out of you; listen to yourself denying it's power when it's the cause of your plight. Why do you grieve? Did you grieve like this when you lost the game, or got less than expected in some field? Could you not hold it together? What makes those things different; after all it is you who attributed all of this to the Child, grieving for a toy. Perhaps it was a mistake on your part, but if you can make that correlation ( assuming the toy cannot or will not be replaced ) then I see less and less reason to find that Death, the ultimate loss, has no power.
If Grief was so powerful you'd be bound to it forever in all aspects; you'd grieve things you look back and smile on, and you'd regret things you have come to understand. It is death, and death alone, that stands out of this crowd; for even in the Loss of Time no such force has been known to constrain to the point of suffocation like Death.
What good is a memory if you're condemned to a hospital bed? I'd prefer health with no wound and memories lost to a memory and the incapcitation it brings. Wouldn't you?
You sound like a friend of mine who suppressed his grief to such an extent it caused a physical ailment. After years of saying stuff like why grieve it gets in the way ... One morning he woke up and his hair started to fall out in clumps and the Doctor did not understand why. He had repressed the memory of his mother and everything about her so far back that when finally he grieved it was overwhelming. He allowed himself to grieve. His hair grew back. His Alopecia was brought on by emotional stress.
I made no mistakes in my previous post and I would prefer that we did not go off-track here. I have a child, when he left his blanket on the train that I had passed down to him having had it knitted for me by my Grandmother he was distraught and so was I. My mother knitted a replacement which did nothing to appease what had happened. The point is grief is brought on by death but in remembrance we are not crying for death, but for LOSS! We make emotional attachments. People lose Dogs and you can replace a Dog with the same breed, but you CANNOT replace an emotional attachment. For this reason, I am trying to explain that grief in its broadest sense is impacted greater by loss than by the act of death itself, since death is an extension of loss. Losing that blanket felt like I was losing a part of my history and an emblem of who she was and all the comfort it brought me even in adulthood.
Who says you are meant to find an end to your grief. It is healthy to grieve. It is like exercising a memory. The more frequently you do so, in time perhaps you will be at ease with it.
I also do not deny the power of death, but in my experience I can say that just as death could not hold Jesus to the grave it cannot suppress the spirit of any man, but when Mary went to the tomb she went there with a grieving heart. Death was not able to hold him down, just as it didn't hold Lazarus, and it does not hold anyone to ransom, but our sense of LOSS does. Once again, death of flesh does not annihilate the spirit.
Grief does not stand in the way of progress at all. Grief allows us to move on.
DELUSIONS. That is just rude and uncalled for. I don't appreciate that for myself and for the others who have taken time to share here.
In regards to this thread. I did not start it to argue. I respect your opinions but perhaps be a little more sensitive given that people are sharing stuff that is so very painful and personal.