Sharing

Sharing as a little child....well, sometimes I wanted to share and sometimes I didn't.   Then, when I wanted to share, I never wanted to give it all away.  Just a portion.  And that portion could vary in size from wee to  massive.  Always, it was according to how much I liked it.

Many of you have told me that you are glad that I'm sharing along my journey.  Some of you really think that  I'm sharing well and plentifully.

I assure you that I am not sharing plentifully.  Yes, I'm sharing very honestly.  Yet, there is a only a tiny portion of this journey from which I share.  Otherwise, you'd be overwhelmed and fall down.

It seems that those of us destined to be traveling in this grief are equipped when this begins.  Some deep inner strength seems to take over when one's route is thru the valley of the shadow of death.

Many days, I recall how in prior days I tried to help others.  Clueless and I knew it.  Yet, I thought I may have some inkling just from imagining.  Now,  I'm very, very grateful that I was extremely more clueless than I knew of how the grief felt.

What does this blog have to say?

I am OVERWHELMED with your kindnesses and your efforts to reach out and help me.  Overwhelmed with your efforts to grasp what I'm trying to say.  And, I'm overwhelmingly grateful that most all of you will never have total understanding of this journey because you won't travel it.

I will do all that I can to share because it helps me.  I will share because it may help someone who is traveling through this valley.  I will do all that I can to help others understand how to best support the travelers.

I love you my friends with whom I share life.  I thank you for every kind word and deed.