I think about loss from time to time, as you probably know if you’re a regular reader over here. I’ve discussed recovery from loss of a baby and other people’s reactions. But, we don’t only struggle or grieve over the loss of a person – whether they were fully-formed or not. Sometimes loss is part of growing into the person we have become, sometimes it leaves us feeling like something’s fundamentally missing, sometimes we can’t remember what it was like before we lost whatever it was.
In this coming series of posts, I’ve asked some of my favourite blogging colleagues to write about a loss that they’ve experienced and how it affected them.
For myself, loss comes in all shapes and sizes. From a best friend who has moved on in her life and left me behind, to a favourite jumper shrunk in the wash by my mum 20 years ago, or from the 8 Monopoly cards that have disappeared somewhere in the house to baby boy3 who we didn’t get to keep. From each of those lost things, we readjust to accommodate the hole left behind and learn to allow life to keep flowing until we’re ready to take part in it again.
I’ll be posting discussions or experiences written by the bloggers who have become my friends. I started blogging while recovering from loss, and in doing so I’ve found some wonderful people. So thank you, lovely people in the ether, for helping me learn some lessons after my loss.
Fourth, T.B.C with Lessons in Loss 4: Rosary Beads.
The fifth post was from me, Lessons in Loss 5: Musical Interlude.