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Regrouping...

Thanks to all who read my post about the loss of my niece dear sweet Charlotte and made such kind comments.

I'm home from the family reunion which is what it turns into when someone dies and we all gather in West Virginia at the funeral home. Kathy from Cleveland, Ella & Paul from Dayton, Joann, Barney & Guy from Florida. Karen, David and family from Pennsylvania, and my family from around Ohio. Plus dozens of local family members and friends.

I don't have an ounce of energy left today. I could go on with a long list of complaints. BUT I won't!

The words of my mother come to me now - if you can't say something good - then say nothing at all.

And today I can't think of one good thing to say. So I'll say nothing at all.

Except, I'll post again after I regroup. The well has to refill and I need to let the comfort of my own life settle in around me.

I'm praying the sorrow of loss gets easier for all of us to bear.

And, may you and yours be blessed!

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  1. May you find peace in this time of quiet.

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  2. Mom, I'm hoping that with time you will be able to think about Charlotte and know that she is in a better place. She just suffered for so long and I'm sure she didn't want to live that way. I'm so glad that you were able to get to WV for the services and that you got to spend time with family. Love & miss you!

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  3. You will never forget her. It will take time, but the pain will ease. It is sad when the only time family gets together is for a funeral. That is one reason I keep our family reunion going every year, even when the attendance seems to keep dwindling.

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  4. I am so sorry for your loss - you sound exhausted. Thank you so much for your comment on my blog and I hope things get easier for you soon.Sarah at secret housewife

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  5. I am so sorry to hear about your niece. I hope you are able to find some peace.

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  6. I remember your last post, and yes it will take time to regroup. I hope you find peace and comfort.

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