Journal entry by Al Negstad — 19 minutes ago
Follow the Mississippi River south from the vantage point of a low flying airplane. There are twists and turns, the wide Lake Pepin, through the Quad Cities it flows west and gains breadth as it proceeds south. Near St. Louis the Missouri River snakes in from the west and joins the Mississippi. The Missouri River water is noticeably brown carrying silt all the way from Montana and points closer. For miles after their meeting the brown Missouri River water hugs the west bank clearly demarcated from the Mississippi water from farther north.
Living life in the land of grief is a bit like the Mississippi after it is joined by the Missouri. There is a major stream of my life that seems normal. It is filled with routine, meaningful activities, valuable relationships and many of the little joys of life. Parallel to this major stream is another darker one in which the presence of absence is real. It manifests itself in little reminders of Joanne, in the stories I'd like to share, in memories of what we did or what we said.
With Joanne life was very gifted and now I'm learning that life without Joanne, sad as it is, also provides much for which to be thankful. So, Yes, I am grateful.
Blessings,
Al
Living life in the land of grief is a bit like the Mississippi after it is joined by the Missouri. There is a major stream of my life that seems normal. It is filled with routine, meaningful activities, valuable relationships and many of the little joys of life. Parallel to this major stream is another darker one in which the presence of absence is real. It manifests itself in little reminders of Joanne, in the stories I'd like to share, in memories of what we did or what we said.
With Joanne life was very gifted and now I'm learning that life without Joanne, sad as it is, also provides much for which to be thankful. So, Yes, I am grateful.
Blessings,
Al
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