tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984330758590198929.post2667795419996265715..comments2023-07-15T08:56:14.052-07:00Comments on ::::::::::Becoming::::::::::: People GreenDr. Joanne Cacciatorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10863060782827061955noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984330758590198929.post-61011022318063082992008-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:002008-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:00We just got back from Alaska, Dr. Jo, and wow. Mo...We just got back from Alaska, Dr. Jo, and wow. Mother Nature is huge and all around there, not to be escape at any turn. I had this thunder bolt while there. We were meeting all these people, and well, I realized suddenly that any one of them could be a bereaved parent, and I'd never know it. They certainly didn't know it about me. <BR/><BR/>At the same time, I felt sad and awestruck. Sad because it feels so invisible. But awestruck that I should be gentle and kind with every individual because for all I know they, too, are a bereaved parent. <BR/><BR/>Even the angry person who was throwing around threats outside a bar -- how could I know -- maybe his anger is grief driven? <BR/><BR/>Or the cabbie who had the lovely photo of a young man stuck to her mirror. How do I know that was not a memory of a son she lost too soon?<BR/><BR/>I found myself thinking these things the entire trip. <BR/>Anyway...<BR/>xoxo<BR/>meKara Chipoletti Jones of GriefAndCreativity dot comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04110578035201758404noreply@blogger.com