Posts Tagged ‘grief

07
Sep
18

life’s journey…

‘The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.’ Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960

28
Jul
18

Rose of Honor…

I planted this in early July, in honor of a lost pup…Harley. Each bloom is a bit unkempt, raggedy and still pleasing to the eye…just like our sweet Harley was. With the cataclysmic, mind swirling events besieging us, losing a pet can be measured, by some, as trivial. No so to those that received loyalty, intuitive love and beautiful memories over the years. Harley’s Rose….

04
Jul
18

life’s harsh turn of events…

“She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.” Keirsten White

13
Mar
16

Life’s struggles…

I enjoy discovering the hidden stories of cemeteries, particularly what we would call ‘Pioneer’ cemeteries. Pioneers, in our neck of the woods, were folks that departed the smothering confines of Eastern United States and moved West to explore, to pioneer, the open spaces. Most of this took place in the mid 1800’s in the Pacific Northwest (United States).

Not too long ago, I posted about Marcus W. Robertson. Buried in a small, rural cemetery in Central Oregon in Pine Grove. I noted his apparent heroic exploits to become a Medal of  Honor recipient and then I noted his nephew Earl who died in 1918 in WWI.

 

Marcus Robertson Medal of Honor Winner SwittersB

While at the cemetery, I had snapped a few more headstones of the Robertson’s family. I decided to see what I could find out about them given the burst of death and apparent grief in the early 1900’s. What I noticed was Marcus’s brother, Robert Earl, had a seemingly sad stretch of life in this rural area. First he lost his wife, Fannie Juliet in 1911 to illness, then in 1915 his two daughters are burned up in the home, which was totally destroyed and then he loses his son, the perviously mentioned Earl in WWI, who as I recalled he died of a dental infection in France, after being ‘severely wounded’.

As one reviews theses events, the mind goes to the magnitude of the events and how they would impact our own mind, heart and health. Normally, when listening to such events on the news, the sound bite hits us, but is immediately gone and purposely abandoned to lessen the impact. But, for me, cemetery history lingers in my mind. In a good way, I think. It makes one look outward beyond the tip of our nose to see the humanity and struggles about us…in the past and before us now. A good thing.   

Below are the grave markers and a few local newspaper snippets…

‘Mrs. Fanny Robertson died last Friday night, August 25, after a lingering illness,…’  Hood River Glacier Journal, August 31, 1911

Fannie Robertson 1911-SwittersB

“Children Burned to Death in Hood River. While their father; worked In the barn nearby, Ruth and Violet Robertson, daughters of Robert Robertson, were burned to death by fire which destroyed their home, near this city. Ruth was 7 years old and Violet was 14 years. Indications are that the children never left their bed, but were smothered and burned without a chance to save themselves. Their charred bodies were found within the twisted and blackened frame of their Iron bed.”  Crook County journal. (Prineville, Or.) May 13, 1915

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“THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 15, 1918. 7 LATEST OFFICIAL CASUALTY LIST, KILLED IN ACTION. Privates:  Earl Malcolm I Robert E Robertson. Hood River. Or. WOUNDED SEVERELY.”

Earl Roberston 1918 died WWI SwittersB

13
Mar
15

Slowly healing…

filtered light soothes you

the mind eased of grief and loss

a habit formed to hide

such unabashed anguish 

sits in the heart and stomach

beautiful soul with scars

curtains-filtered sunlight-mood-photography-Portland-SwittersB

23
Dec
14

Is it silly or insignificant?

The loss of a loved one…a human is profound. What is it about the loss of a pet that we take into our lives, or is it the other way around? Profound loss, I say. Months later it brings tears. So powerful was the influence of Emma Louise in our lives that even today the mere mention of her name or her image causes a pause for reflection and an audible or silent homage.

Emma Louise, The Sweet, SwittersB

Less evident are the pet’s feelings left behind. I am convinced they suffer affliction to their routines, patterns and yes hearts! Harley, was very close to Emma.

 

Harley-pet-dogs-SwittersB-photography

Harley has seemed at a loss for the last six months since Emma passed. Time has passed but the routines are different now. Harley seems to be much more dependent now even with lots of loves. The nuisance and teasing of two cats has not lifted Harley’s spirits.

When I come across the postings of folks that lose a pet, my eyes well up for their loss and for my unresolved loss. So it is.

19
Nov
14

Dusk

A transition from clarity toward feeling one’s way. Light bleeding away toward a silence, a time to contemplate or to avoid self. In the back of the mind, because one has prepared for this after life’s experiences, one knows a light, a bright spot of grace is there to illuminate the way. There’s comfort in knowing the darkness is at bay.

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