Thank you for this, Ramona. In our community, we call it the Invisible Net of Love. It's always there but we don't notice it until we reach out, then it snugs up around us catching us from falling. The people who make up the ropes of that net are ones you might expect like family, friends, neighbors and also unexpected ropes like acquaintances and friends of friends or friends of family who snug you up just as tight. I'm delighted to hear that your Invisible Net is holding you close.
My family and friends have been so supportive since Dan died - almost two years ago. I want to be independent, I want to stand on my own two feet, I hate having to ask for help, and I couldn't have done it on my own. Accept, enjoy, appreciate, and be there for others - that I can do that.
It is difficult to accept kindness at times. A complicated melange of feelings are inevitably aroused, sometimes dependent on our upbringing, sometimes not. But, it's a wonderful catharsis when a realization dawns in the way you are describing. Like anything in life, the trick is sometimes knowing when our moment to genuinely help someone who genuinely needs it is upon us, and being ready to seize it.
Beautifully written, as usual, Mona. I wish that we could just pop over and lend a hand, but, we won’t be making that crossing anytime soon. I’m happy to know that you do have a willing, loyal, and compassionate army nearby…who genuinely care about you! Relax and let them in! 😘❤️
Sorry about Ed, Ramona, but happy for you and your network of loved and loving ones. This moved me profusely. I’m hoping my husband and I will one day go together, too, even if it’s a somewhat naive thought.
I love this piece so much. I love all of the essays in this section. This one, as many, teared me up and made me laugh out loud--"I have vintage"! Thank you for this ode to having friends in our lives who see us and hold us up.
I love this piece so much. I love all of the essays in this section. This one, as many, teared me up and made me laugh out loud--"I have vintage"! Thank you for this ode to having friends in our lives who see us and hold us up.
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Thank you for this, Ramona. In our community, we call it the Invisible Net of Love. It's always there but we don't notice it until we reach out, then it snugs up around us catching us from falling. The people who make up the ropes of that net are ones you might expect like family, friends, neighbors and also unexpected ropes like acquaintances and friends of friends or friends of family who snug you up just as tight. I'm delighted to hear that your Invisible Net is holding you close.
My family and friends have been so supportive since Dan died - almost two years ago. I want to be independent, I want to stand on my own two feet, I hate having to ask for help, and I couldn't have done it on my own. Accept, enjoy, appreciate, and be there for others - that I can do that.
Beautiful, Mona. Friends are gifts
It is difficult to accept kindness at times. A complicated melange of feelings are inevitably aroused, sometimes dependent on our upbringing, sometimes not. But, it's a wonderful catharsis when a realization dawns in the way you are describing. Like anything in life, the trick is sometimes knowing when our moment to genuinely help someone who genuinely needs it is upon us, and being ready to seize it.
This is just beautiful Ramona!
Beautifully written, as usual, Mona. I wish that we could just pop over and lend a hand, but, we won’t be making that crossing anytime soon. I’m happy to know that you do have a willing, loyal, and compassionate army nearby…who genuinely care about you! Relax and let them in! 😘❤️
Sorry about Ed, Ramona, but happy for you and your network of loved and loving ones. This moved me profusely. I’m hoping my husband and I will one day go together, too, even if it’s a somewhat naive thought.
I love this piece so much. I love all of the essays in this section. This one, as many, teared me up and made me laugh out loud--"I have vintage"! Thank you for this ode to having friends in our lives who see us and hold us up.
I love this piece so much. I love all of the essays in this section. This one, as many, teared me up and made me laugh out loud--"I have vintage"! Thank you for this ode to having friends in our lives who see us and hold us up.