Weekly Round Up Dedicated To Yvonne

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This week has been such a sad week for the blogosphere as we joined with our friend Yvonne in her recent loss. There are many of us who can identify with what she calls the sharp stone of the physical pain of loss and I ache for her and for all of us who feel that pain.  Yet even at this time of grief and shock, Yvonne’s eloquent writing shines through, not just in her remarkable blog, but she also took the time to leave this beautiful comment below, My wish is that her words find resonance with whomever of you are suffering right now for whatever reason, and that you will always find a soft place to fall and loving arms to hold you in our virtual world.

You surely know your blog has become a soft place to fall for so many of us, so may friends that care are right here in this space. This post which has sent so much support my way leaves me quite undone.There are millions of words and not one of them works to express the way I’m feeling, but I want you to know that every time I visit my own corner of the blogosphere and find such warmth and humanity from people I may never meet, I feel a little less frightened.

Yvonne writes of how surreal things feel to her and that is a familiar feeling to anyone who is bereaved – the fact that the world carries on turning and people go about their lives as if the world (our world) hasn’t ended. And yet the world turns and we do. In the midst of grief you think things will never be normal again, and in many ways they won’t, but you will find a new normal. In this way the cancer experience we share is also like a death. It is only in looking to others who have come through such an experience, we can have the hope that things do get better; that in time, the pain eases, and that we will find a new way to be in the world.  At these times I turn to one of my favorite writers for comfort:

‎You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly - that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. ~ Anne Lamott

Although I intended to do a full weekly round-up today, I find myself hesitating when I think of how time and normality have been suspended in Yvonne’s world, so I hope you will understand if this week’s round-up is solely dedicated to her.

Yours with much love

Marie xxx