My best friend helped me out when I was feeling low. Jill is a wonderful friend. I give thanks for Jill, my friend,.
This sad time has opened big emotions for everyone. For my middle son, he suffers the effects of emotional trauma, for his two brothers, anger. They turned on him and castigated him for his faults, of which he has quite a few. There is no doubt his faults, which stem from his sad feelings, low confidence and self-centredness, impact on the rest of the family. However, the others were not here to see him rise to the circumstances, in ways which they did not. They shied away from the sadness and tragedy that unfolded, and my middle son bore the brunt. My daughters too, I kept most of it from them. My eldest daughter had already broken contact with me four years ago so there was nothing to say to her and, anyway, she lives overseas. For my youngest, I needed to shield her from it, and as she lives interstate it was easy to tell her little.
My other two sons spent this last weekend in furious electronic communication with me, trying to get me to drop my middle son in favour of them, citing his behaviour, The eldest son did some distressing things, including distributing photos of my middle son's messy house. It was messy in part because of the trauma of the burdens of the situation, and his brother's action caused great embarrassment and hurt. I helped my middle son to start seeing a counsellor, and just as he was starting to make progress, he was traumatised again by his brothers' rejection.
My Mother is shocked at my two sons' behaviour and tells me to ignore them until they wake up to themselves.
Neither of those two of my sons seem concerned with my immediate welfare. They think my long-term prospects are better if I am not trying to help their brother, but all they did was hurt and traumatise me. It unleashed a wave of grief and loneliness which took me days to control.
I am still fragile. I miss Arthur, I just want to hold him again. I want him to talk to me again. I want to hear him say 'Sandra' in that High English or Italian way he always did, "SARn-drAH'; Sandra and Arthur,
I am tired. I have withdrawn from my university subject and I will take it up later,
For now, I need rest.
Puffinus is a genus of seabirds who soar above the oceans, travelling thousands of miles every year in migrating to their nesting grounds. They mate for life. This is my journey as I cared for, and now remember my husband. He was a quite older than I, and we had been together for over 25 years. He was sharp of mind but frail. I speak of caring for someone at the close of their life; of loss, grief and love. We shared so much; now I would like to share this journey with you, please.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
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