I'm feeling this one already. I feel like I always have to be ready to leave at a moment's notice or resign myself to following my son around on the perimeter of everything. Sometimes he will join in, sometimes he won't.
Kate, I follow and support your FB page and while I love SubStack, I can't afford to pay for all the fine people who are on there. I wish I could.
I'm sad that you are making almost all of you entries paid entries.
I am 73, lost my husband almost a year ago and half my income with him.
I'm sure I am not alone. It's impossible for many people to pay for everyone they would like to follow.
The old saying , Money talks, nobody walks" has never been truer than it is now
There are several good people on Substack that get it and do not charge to read what is on their minds...and I have a feeling they have a lot less than you and definitely, Carrie.
Oh well, I know old me won't change anything so I will read entries that are not locked...that will have to do.😭
For years I cried whenever one of those ads would come on showing all the wonderful “normal” families with their happy summer vacation trips and all the things-I’d-never-do. These days, I have accepted that that is not what makes my boy happy. And we do the things which make him happy, for him; and then we do the other things without him. It’s bittersweet, and there’s still a pang. I’ll never be able to take him on a beach vacation, for instance. Which my youngest loves, so we do that now and then. But I remind myself that he’s Happy. and Safe. and Healthy (as much as he can be.) and very, very Loved. He has so many more people who love him now. And I have freedom to do some of the things I’ve always wanted to do. There is hope, ladies. There is joy. The trick is to focus on the joy, and only mourn the grief when we must. Give sorrow its place, but no more than that. And revel in the joy.
I'm feeling this one already. I feel like I always have to be ready to leave at a moment's notice or resign myself to following my son around on the perimeter of everything. Sometimes he will join in, sometimes he won't.
Same here.
Reading you brings tears to my eyes. You explain so beautifully things that we all experience and that the vast majority of the world doesn't notice.
Kate, I follow and support your FB page and while I love SubStack, I can't afford to pay for all the fine people who are on there. I wish I could.
I'm sad that you are making almost all of you entries paid entries.
I am 73, lost my husband almost a year ago and half my income with him.
I'm sure I am not alone. It's impossible for many people to pay for everyone they would like to follow.
The old saying , Money talks, nobody walks" has never been truer than it is now
There are several good people on Substack that get it and do not charge to read what is on their minds...and I have a feeling they have a lot less than you and definitely, Carrie.
Oh well, I know old me won't change anything so I will read entries that are not locked...that will have to do.😭
For years I cried whenever one of those ads would come on showing all the wonderful “normal” families with their happy summer vacation trips and all the things-I’d-never-do. These days, I have accepted that that is not what makes my boy happy. And we do the things which make him happy, for him; and then we do the other things without him. It’s bittersweet, and there’s still a pang. I’ll never be able to take him on a beach vacation, for instance. Which my youngest loves, so we do that now and then. But I remind myself that he’s Happy. and Safe. and Healthy (as much as he can be.) and very, very Loved. He has so many more people who love him now. And I have freedom to do some of the things I’ve always wanted to do. There is hope, ladies. There is joy. The trick is to focus on the joy, and only mourn the grief when we must. Give sorrow its place, but no more than that. And revel in the joy.