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IT WAS A COMFORT I remember with such affection the loving things some people did and said. I continue to feel loved, just remembering. Listening In the beginning, my greatest need was just to talk. It helped when I felt certain people really wanted to hear what I needed to say. I saw acceptance in their eyes. They did not interrupt and seemed comfortable when I said nothing or just cried. They held my hand. No advice was given. They listened a long as I needed to talk. |
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Words "It's okay. I'm still listening. I have lots of time." "I always admired Joe. He was my mentor. Much of what he taught me has stayed with me." "I remember the love in Joe's eyes when he talked about you." "In all the many years I knew Joe, I never heard him say a critical word about another person." "I don't know how you feel, but if you want to talk, I'll listen." "I have been thinking about you and wanted to call and tell you that I care." "I'm hurting, not like you, but I miss him, too." "I'll just be here beside you." "Let the tears come; I don't mind." "I love you." Deeds A friend called long distance every evening at 9:30 for the first ten days I was alone. "I'm just calling to hear about your day and to tuck you into bed." There were notes, sometimes short, that continued long after most people stopped writing; food, in disposable pans, that could be frozen and used later; a specific invitation to lunch or dinner. A visitor brought a box of new herbal tea. "I'm going grocery shopping. Want to come along?" A Peace plant was sent to my home with a loving note. A touch on the arm, squeeze of the hand, or a full-fledged hug were given naturally and sincerely. "Let's plan to spend the day together on your anniversary. I'll think of things for us to do." Letters and calls were received long after his death. |
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