Loss

 Loss is part of life.  It is individual.  Loss to one might be intense, internal.  It could be external.  Or both.

There is moving involved here.  Deciding what to take, give away, leave has occupied our lives with increasing intensity.  Organized, yes more or less, but still lots of flurry.  Memories frequently insert themselves, slowing us down.  It's good to remember though.  So much family history, for weal and woe.

Essentially it's giving up something for another.  Materially, someone's loss is another's gain.  I've given thought currently about things that can be replaced and things that cannot.  

Old books are harder to replace.  Still, time and patience and hunting turn up surprises.  Movies/tv shows?  Not hard.  Trinkets/bric-a-brac often come and go.  It's the meaning behind them that counts.

Family pics are irreplacable.  I've made copies of Mom and Dad wedding shots.  I plan to copy Polaroids if possible.  The memories are in my mind and I often recall them.  Hey, I remember my 3rd birthday -s-.  

Things are in 3 different places.  Some might be lost.  But stress is levelling off.  

Loss.  I was weighing that word and my life the last few weeks.  I felt drained.  Then this came my way.

A friend on social media lost his wife, dog, house in a fire.  He was forced to a shelter, stripped of resources.

I have lost, but the friend's tragedy was frightening and fast.

People are reaching out to him.  There are no words though for his circumstances.

Prayer.  Holding on.  Love never dies.  Make it happen.  Day at a time.  Up and down.

We'll survive our move.  

Pray for the aforementioned man.

Loss is not lonliness.

Getting through it.