Oh, no....Oh, no...

[Pie]

So, what if you have lost the only person/thing that made life worth living? Say, a 40-year marriage. Absolutely irreplaceable.
Add to that the fact that there are very few people out there who 'love you' in any meaningful way?

When every day is a searing, aching yawning void of loss.
When it never gets any better.

[Clodfobble]

That's when they start demanding grandbabies...

Pie, is there any way you could convince your mom to come live near you? If she's really at a point where she feels she has nothing to lose, uprooting everything and moving couldn't be too traumatic by comparison, could it?

[Sheldonrs]

Because it might.


But don't get me wrong, I get that way too. Have attempted several times; came close once. But most of the time, all I can think of is that I might miss something good here that I won't get there.

[DanaC]

Sometimes knowing that you could, if you chose to, end your life can be a freeing thought. Nothing need feel too heavy as long as you have your ticket out stuffed in your back pocket. Not a ticket i imagine I'd ever use, not as long as I have loved ones and/or a sense of purpose, however small and personal. (Youthful experiments in this area threw family's responses into sharp relief. That's no longer a picture I'd be comfortable with.)

I like that it's there nonetheless. It's mine, I fucking earned it. Life is precious, but so is death. We are culturally disposed towards choice in the one and an absolute absence of choice in the other.

[Pie]

Originally Posted by Clodfobble

That's when they start demanding grandbabies...

Pie, is there any way you could convince your mom to come live near you? If she's really at a point where she feels she has nothing to lose, uprooting everything and moving couldn't be too traumatic by comparison, could it?

I am trying to get her out here. She's on the fence. There may be an opportunity for her to work with one of the governmental agencies near here; it would provide her with some meaningful human contact. These days, she says she leaves the house only every other week or so. She's only 60; a little young to become a shut-in.

She's reluctant to leave a town she loves, with people she knows (even if she rarely gets out to see them, sometimes folks drop by to see her) to move out to a place where she knows only two people -- me and my husband. And to leave a house with her last happy memories of my father, and possibly have to give up her dog. (We'd be taking the dog.)

I don't know what I would do under similar circumstances.