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It happened the night of the Golden Globes. I knew I was sitting there watching the award show and all the fashion, but I was somewhere else. The Globes will be forever linked to my mother’s traumatic accident, the accident that viajes patagonia would cut her vibrant life short. I always call Mom the Monday after the Golden Globes, and we chat about who wore what and which gowns we loved the most. When I called to chat, Dad said, “Something’s wrong. She’s not making sense.” She’d had a fall four hours earlier. Paramedics came to the house, checked her out and left feeling confident she was just fine. I called my brother Kirk who lives nearby and he picked them both up and headed for the hospital.

In less than 24-hours, a small bleed in her brain—nothing to worry about said the nurse at Perham hospital that afternoon—turned into a massive one overnight.

There’d be no talk about pretty dresses. My twin brother Brent and I rushed to the San Francisco International Airport and arrived Tuesday night. We went to Mother’s room in intensive care where she was hooked up to machines, couldn’t talk, swallow or recognize us. She passed a few weeks later.

This Sunday I was reading the New York Times Magazine cover story called How Tarell Alvin McCraney Moved from ‘Moonlight’ to Broadway—and Beyond. The feature article is titled Connoisseur Grief. Remember how Moonlight won Best Picture at the Oscars in 2017? Well, he co-wrote it and lived the story. In real life, his mother dies of a drug overdose when he was 22.

But when McCraney talked, he didn’t talk about the play or the dialogue. Instead, he talked about grief. Casually, as though it were something that just came to his mind. He explained where is patagonia chile what it felt like to lose his mother at 22. He did not talk about how she died, and he hinted only a little at the complexity of their relationship; this address was not autobiographical. It was to do with emotions. McCraney described how grief lives in a person’s body, how it settles there. He explained its half-life, the unreliable nature of its decay…how grief catches you unawares, taking patagonia retail store over your body when you least expect it. It sits in a small reservoir beneath your heart. It whispers to you at odd hours and yells at you in quiet ones.

Is it possible that some of these feelings in the middle of winter have more to do with the lack of light–seasonal affective disorder–rather than grief in particular? Or that SADD makes the grief re-surface? Even before having lost both parents while in my forties, both in-laws and my husband in my fifties, and recently a brother, I was challenged in mid-winter; a dear friend recommended full-spectrum light bulbs in my reading lamps, which really helped. Now, I’m especially careful to exercise, get outside, and watch my diet through the darkest days. And when SADD and/or grief symptoms begin to bother me, I do what has always helped me the most: look for ways to help other people. This can be as simple as sweeping a neighbor’s sidewalk after sweeping my own, helping someone get rid of recycling, or exchanging a few words and a smile with a grocery cashier–anything that focuses my thoughts outward instead of inward. Each moment is precious and an opportunity to create positive thoughts.

I lost my lovely mum 14 years ago – she was only 61 but had been sick for a decade, so her death came with both grief and relief. I think because we have lost being familiar with the dying process, for most of us the dying and death is traumatic, and while we grieve them I think we also suffer from PTSD. I was lucky though and got to sit with her and hold her hand and kiss her as she passed – for that I am grateful and thanked her for bringing me into the patagonia store world, as she left hers.

My dad got diagnosed with a terminal cancer four years ago, and although he got told he might have a year to live he deteriorated rapidly and died within 6 weeks. I think though he was happy to not have the process prolonged, and luckily again I got to sit at his side and hold his hand as well. I thanked him for loving patagonia outlet hours us our whole lives and told him that his job here was done, he was free to go.

Although I miss them both – I just feel lucky to have had my parents my whole life and to have shared so much with them. I think for me simple things could stop me in my tracks and make me cry thinking of them. As some time passed though the crying stopped, and it was easy to think of them and smile for all the happiness they brought to my life.

I love these words from Nick Cave on grief – “It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal,” Cave wrote. “Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable. There is a vastness to grief that overwhelms our minuscule selves. We are tiny trembling clusters of atoms subsumed within grief’s awesome presence. It occupies the core of our being and it extends through our fingers to the limits of the universe.”

Ohh, how beautiful and poignant, your sharing patagonia az was Brenda, and all who shared above. Thank you. I am new, to this particular episode of grieve, as my Dad passed on less than 10 weeks ago. So I am still very much in the throws of early grieving. I have a few good days in a row, then will be absolutely sideswiped by a welling up of grief,if I hear a song, or smell, or even tv ad, that reminds me of him . The other day I was in the city and wandered into one of those old fashioned lollie shops. I spotted the black and white boiled lollies, known to me as humbugs, and stood in front of them, just sobbing . The last time I saw my Dad, I had taken him some in hospital. Even though he was riddled in pain, he kept reaching out for the jar of lollies like a little boy, and eating one, saying, ‘ oh that is better, yes, these are pretty good ‘. It was so sweet, yet sad at the same time ! So I guess, there will be many patagonia landscape more moments like that to come, and as someone else put it so eloquently,, the pain, is certainly the measure of how much I loved him, and for now, the loss just seems, unbelievable and stops you in your tracks . Thanks all, and sending love to each of you, from Oz

My heart breaks for you. I am so sorry for the loss of both your brother and mother. It is incomprehensible when our loved ones are taken from us in any case but especially when it is sudden. When I was 32 (I am now 60), I came home from a business trip and found my husband of 12 years deceased in our home. It was the worst day of my life. Total devastation; gut wrenching, life changing. As you can imagine, it was difficult for me to comprehend everything that had happened as he had taken his own life. In time, I became an advocate for a suicide prevention organization which aided me in dealing with my loss and grief. You see, you never get over it but learn to live with this horrible act. In 2009, my sister passed away after a brief battle with breast cancer. Fifteen months later, her only son passed away suddenly at the age of 35 again from suicide. In 2011, my father succumbed to COPD and exactly one year later, my mother passed away very suddenly from a heart attack. My entire immediate family have been taken from me. At times, I still have an overwhelming feeling of despair but I have feelings of hope for better days ahead. It is as they say, “the circle of life.” For me the good days outweigh the bad and I have a lot of love and support from my wonderful husband of 25 years. Grief is different for everyone and you are spot on in not making judgement. Thank you for allowing me to share my story on your blog. Peace and love to you where is patagonia made.