Moon Tides
From another mother whose son died of brain cancer the year before Andy:
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"Know that in between the moon tides of grief and bereavement are moments/spaces that you will find the ebb tide, a place to embrace your mother's love of Andy, and it will ultimately sustain you.
"I didn't have the privilege to know Andy, and I am truly sorry that the whole world is now denied his living presence."
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We live in Maine. We live on the shore, by the tides. On the metaphorical pebbly shore, when that big dark moon tide of grief recedes now and then, we can pick up and look at bits and pieces, and hopefully see the rocks and shells of a man's life, the whole beach, within the context of the greater landscape of existence....once in a while.
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"Know that in between the moon tides of grief and bereavement are moments/spaces that you will find the ebb tide, a place to embrace your mother's love of Andy, and it will ultimately sustain you.
"I didn't have the privilege to know Andy, and I am truly sorry that the whole world is now denied his living presence."
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We live in Maine. We live on the shore, by the tides. On the metaphorical pebbly shore, when that big dark moon tide of grief recedes now and then, we can pick up and look at bits and pieces, and hopefully see the rocks and shells of a man's life, the whole beach, within the context of the greater landscape of existence....once in a while.
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