This is one of those 'don't have words' moments, I'm just reflecting on the losses Stockingers have suffered, some very close, some unexpected, some at the end of a long and well-lived life, but all sad losses, and how we take care of each other virtually at such times.💙
After a while , we inevitably go back to the usual mixture of funniness and anecdote and trivia and fantasy, but there's always space for sharing troubles.
I'd like us to have a special room in the Bluestocking with shelves and little boxes decorated with 💙where you could place your sadnesses and bereavements and troubles, knowing that when it's all fun and games here again, it doesn't mean we have just moved on in a straight line and your troubles are completely forgotten about. We know they are still there... but look - here's a cute furry animal or an interestingly-shaped flower
I'd like to think that fun, games, sympathy and remembering can all go hand-in-hand, or little-furry-paw in little-furry-paw, in the Bluestocking.
Um... I've just realised that I followed 'don't have words' with a whole lot of .....words!