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The Alone part


I sure to relate to people not wanting to leave, they think about the "alone" part.

I can say with huge esh, it can be hades. Some of you know I have no one left. No more family reunions or going to see the new baby in our family, no more visiting or anyone caring, or would know if you were dead a month sometimes.

You guys know I go up and down. Awhile back I came to accept and my life the way it is, is now familiar.

Somehow, even when the AH was first in prison, I was so afraid of him dieing as he was the last one left. After 6 months of visiting him, sending him books, mostly AA ones, I got to the point where I knew there was nothing there.

I am totally alone. But it was ok. It was such a freeing thing.

BUT this life is not an easy one. To not be involved in anyones life, to not be needed, no one really knows me anymore, can be pretty depressing at times.

But every single time I get that "feeling" I feel this cool warmth that HP reminds me he is here. (o: I am blessed with a beautiful home. NO not that it is perfectly clean or my floors are perfect, kitchen is still half painted, tongue and groove is partly done...haha it is a home. I get to look at mountains every single day, see the trees that  are along the river just an easy walk away.

And when I wake up, I get so much love from my crazy dogs. My parrot was with me last night for about an hour as I layed on my side on my bed. She just jabbered quietly and I petted and scratched her. Her behavior is very rare. She is so gentle with me I can stick my finger in her mouth and she will not bite it off.

My horse follows me and I know he would follow me to the ends of the earth. He nuzzles me and I trust him 100%. He never steps on even the tiniest kitten or chicken.

Everyone of the animals I get to live with are like this, cept my old Tom Turkey Barlow who likes to take chunks out of me. But I get to see his cool plumage and he will answer me when I make a turkey sound with his name.

It is my experience to draw my energy what addiction of loved ones tries to take away. The waterfalls keep falling, seasons still change, chicks, puppies and lambs and flowers still come up every spring.

Hp is more than just the one I trust and follow, he gives us all this creation to enjoy and it can help us heal if we allow it in. Skiing, walking, swimming, Just laying in the sun. The earth and all of this can heal us Can bring us out of the pit.

I am one of those who unfortunately thinks about offing myself when I get too down. Just part of me. But because of hp, I would never do this. I haven't and have been very down many times. All this earth, all his creation, is such a gift. To off myself would be spitting in his face like all hp does, does not matter. I appreciate to the inner parts of me, HP.

Every once in awhile the horrors of my life hit me and I gotta hang on tight. I ask hp to please hang onto me.
Losing everyone including my intimate friends to death, except my kids who have their own lives, being so lost I lived in my barn for a year to not lose my home. Being homeless is a real eye opener.

to someone stealing the dog who kept me going, to my AH who showered me with love and caring and normal bumping heads, having a brain surgery, waking up a monster, a monster who gets worse and worse. June 99 he had that surgery. It was still good for awhile, I was in denial.

But the progression of the disease ate his heart.

I mean who would ever think, that you would be widowed twice? That your mom your best bud would die so young? When your grama lived on to 106? I was thinking how my family came to see my daughter when she was born. looking at her thru that  window. the get togethers, the helping each other build fences, help each other
raise and loved all the kids, to be in alone in the home you always dreamed of having?

I wish I had known how precious my life was. My kids learned that early.

Anyway I am talking outloud.  It was probably all the holiday stuff on tv of all the families that got me thinking. But this year I thought about how very happy I was that people have family and I hope they really know what it means.

hugs to you all,debilyn



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nal


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((Debilyn)),

Thanks for writing this-- sometimes it's hard to appreciate what you have when you have it, so it's nice to be reminded to do so.

Wishing you happiness in the New Year,
Nancy


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((((((((Debilyn)))))))))

You sound like such an amazing person, to have gone through all you have, and the big heart you must have to take care of those precious animals they give us so much love back without asking a lot.  Your farm sounds so wonderful.

I have lost both of my parents and too many aunts and uncles, I still have my husband which is a blessing, but I have a dread of something happening to him.  I try not to let myself get too far out into the future.  I miss my family as the way it used to be that it hurts, my mother and father lived close by and we spent so much time together, our family dinners, cookouts and just being there for each other.  My father was the rock of the family, he was my safety net, if dad was there everything was going to be alright. 

My husband and I adopted a 5 month old boy in 1980 after infertility, he was our little "gold nugget"  (that's what my dad called him) he was the light of our lives, he was such a gift. Then thirteen years later, when I turned forty, very unexpectedly, I became pregnant, six months after son was born by dad died suddenly, my world began to unravel.  
My oldest son was turning 14 and becoming a handful, my new little son was diagnosed with Autism, and my mother's health began to decline.  

My oldest son progressed into a full blown addict, I never knew what to expect from him, I did manage to get him through high school, but after that he was out of control to the point of getting in jail, DUI's, stealing from us and other family members, we never knew what was coming next.  All I could see was my dad's face and what he would have thought, I know now that our HP knows best.

My addicted son is almost 30 now and hasn't learned much from his mistakes, but I have learned a lot thanks to Alanon and all of you.  My autistic son is now 16 and is in the 10th grade and is such a blessing, but I fear for him when my husband & I are gone.  His brother cannot be trusted to see about him, I think he would take advantage of him.  So I stress a lot about him and his future.

I have a dog and cats that I love and take care of and they give me so much pleasure.  

I think that when we become a certain age we become invisible, I know that so much of what I loved has gone.  My sense of comfortable sameness is gone.

I have a little poem I want to share with you, all of us here can relate.

                     I walked a mile with Pleasure;
                     She chatted all the way;
                     But left me non the wiser
                     For all she had to say.

                     I walked a mile with Sorrow,
                     And ne'er a word said she;
                     But, oh! The things I learned from her,
                     When Sorrow walked with me.

                    ROBERT BROWNING HAMILTON

Keep posting let us know what and how you are doing.
 



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