Comments on: Endings and Beginnings

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Mon, 05 Mar 2018 14:26:00 +0000

In reply to Tena Loiseau. ❤️

By: Tena Loiseau

Tena Loiseau — Mon, 05 Mar 2018 12:43:53 +0000

In reply to Ginny McKinney. ❤️❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 23:22:51 +0000

In reply to Tena Loiseau. My heart aches for you, Tena. I am so sorry. I cannot imagine losing one, let alone two children. This drug epidemic is evil and robbing us of our loved ones. I pray for peace for you in your losses. I could say things like “It was his disease, not him.”, etc. But you’ve heard them all, I’m sure. I hold a special place in my heart for grieving mothers. ?

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 23:11:11 +0000

In reply to Pauline. Oh, bless your heart, Pauline. What a tough situation. Death can bring out the worst in family dynamics. I’m so sorry you’re going through such a rough time. It is never easy to lose our moms. Praying for strength and comfort...compassion and understanding for all of you. ?

By: Pauline

Pauline — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 18:55:33 +0000

Ginny, I haven’t talked to you in awhile so I must tell you that I am in Buffalo because I buried my mother. She had dementia, Levy Bodied. I didn’t get here from Texas where we are wintering. My siblings aren’t talking to me because I didn’t come home when they thought I would. Staying with my husband family. My kids were here for, my hubby satiated at the RV with our dogs.it has been a hard week.

By: Tena Loiseau

Tena Loiseau — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 17:44:48 +0000

As you know, I have lost 2 of my sons. The first, my youngest son, was diagnose with cancer at 19 years old. I left my life on hold for 18 months while I took him around the country to the ‘specialists’ as it was a very rare ‘terminal’ cancer. We knew it was terminal but I was determined to buy him every day and every minute of life I could. He was on every churches prayer list and on the hearts of every prayer warrior I could find! I only left him on ‘good days’ and when he was accompanied by friends so I could try to work some to keep a small check at least coming in. He fought hard, he had a very strong will to live, and I fought hard for a miracle. The miracle we were given was time, a year longer than the Dr.’s thought he had. And I thank God everyday that he allowed me to be with my son when he slipped into the coma, and with him when he opened his eyes and smiled at me just hours before he slipped away, with me holding his hand. I thank God for that everyday! Yes, it is more pain than I ever thought humanly possible to bear but 9 months later I got the news that my middle son was found dead in a motel room of a drug overdose. I didn’t get to say all the things I was able to say to my youngest son, didn’t get to hold him and see his beautiful smiling blue eyes one last time, there was no ‘closure’, no peace, only anger at him for doing this to himself, to me, to his loved ones.
To say that one avenue to death is ‘better’ than another… I have peace with my youngest sons death knowing all was done that could be, that he was at peace with God, that God was in control. Not so with my middle son, true, he didn’t suffer, he went peacefully in his drug induced death, but there is no peace for me in his death, there is still anger and a longing for peaceful closure.

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 16:57:44 +0000

In reply to Denise. Thank you for your kind words, Denise. ❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 16:56:03 +0000

In reply to Anni. Thank you for sharing, dear one. ?

By: Anni

Anni — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 16:16:34 +0000

When my mother was diagnosed with cancer the grieving began. I stayed in the moment while she was alive as often as I could but found myself slipping into that dark place. When my best friend was diagnosed with cancer just months after losing my mother a fresh grieving journey began. And another painful loss. Last year my youngest brother died suddenly by his own hand. An unexpected grief journey as ensued.

Saying goodbye to my mother and friend wasn’t something I could muster to say outloud. Ever hopeful to see them just one more time. Saying goodbye to my brother wasn’t an option.

My grief goes as deep as my love for each of them. Each grief journey is as unique as the life journey I shared with them. It’s was just a matter of timing as to when each of the grief journeys began. I know the journeys will end with my last breath.

By: Denise

Denise — Sun, 04 Mar 2018 14:38:14 +0000

Ginny – I find myself looking forward to your posts everyday. They are honest, raw, thoughtful, and each one lifts me up. When you walk on your property I can almost imagine myself there. I feel a friendship with you through your words. I hope you know how sharing your life helps others.