Slipping Through My Fingers: Epilogue
Writing Slipping through My Fingers opened doors in my mind that I’ve kept resolutely shut for years and years. It’s been more painful than I could have begun to anticipate.
It may be a while before I can write again.
Or not. Perhaps my mind will turn to other things, and more memories will come spilling out of the box.
Regardless, I’d like to thank each of you for bearing witness. For seeing the whole story through. For affirming me and hearing me.
Thank you,
Lily
It may be a while before I can write again.
Or not. Perhaps my mind will turn to other things, and more memories will come spilling out of the box.
Regardless, I’d like to thank each of you for bearing witness. For seeing the whole story through. For affirming me and hearing me.
Thank you,
Lily
posted by Cala Lily at Thursday, March 09, 2006
7 Comments:
don't stay away too long lily ... you'll be missed ...
=^)
i came back to this place to read this post ... just to tell you, lily ... i feel your sadness, in your words. it is so deep, and strong. as i breathe it in it makes me cry.
i am thinking about you, dear lily. and i just wanted you to know.
luv,
malva
Lily,
I read the story over and over, each time it just makes me cry - whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, certainly hasn't tried it.
If there was anything to tell you in person it would be - don't lose hope - you just never know what will happen.
The heart is made of muscle - of sinew and nerves and blood - but mostly muscle. It is stronger than we could ever believe and has the capacity to move our lives in all kinds of directions we didn't think we'd go. Of course, that is what muscles do.
Your courage to write this all down just reaffirmed for me the need to purge some of the memories from my own head as well. Thank you for sharing your strength.
Stace
Fare you well Lily...you are a gifted writer. Your talents will be sorely missed.
It's all part of coming to understand these things, isn't it Lily? -
Amy
Thank you Lily...it's sad to realize that the world contains both the others, and, our kind. It's so hard to connect, so that we might cross over. You are loved by the rest of us...the un noticed.
Love is indescribably powerful and mysterious, lily, and those of us unfortunate to have felt its full unrequited force might have lived to tell the tale but none of us are without deep wounds.
Time never heals.
charlie
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