Journal entry by Al Negstad — 15 minutes ago
Today I was reading the obituary of a pastor and it was stated that "he married Faith Dahlen". Faith was someone Joanne often talked about but whom I never met. A text to her brother confirmed that Faith was a childhood friend of Joanne's. This is the second time recently that an obituary has brought up a name from Joanne's past that I recognized but didn't know personally.
These experiences illustrate the history which is lost when someone dies. While I was preparing for entertaining the other day I used serving utensils which, while familiar to me, I don't remember their back story. Now, there is no one to ask.
The loss of shared history is much of the source of grief in bereavement. Only with Joanne have I shared so much life. Without her there is no one with whom to reminisce who knows the story and can fill in details I have forgotten. This leaves a huge hole in my life.
Blessings,
Al
These experiences illustrate the history which is lost when someone dies. While I was preparing for entertaining the other day I used serving utensils which, while familiar to me, I don't remember their back story. Now, there is no one to ask.
The loss of shared history is much of the source of grief in bereavement. Only with Joanne have I shared so much life. Without her there is no one with whom to reminisce who knows the story and can fill in details I have forgotten. This leaves a huge hole in my life.
Blessings,
Al
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