Your words pull me deeply into the weave of my own motherhood and makes me want to better rest with the unbearable unknowing-ness of life. We are here to love without the fierce grasping of that which we love. This is such a remembrance but my heart aches for you and what lives unlived beside you ♥️
Gina, your writing is a meandering, viceral wonderment; your honouring of beautiful Blase's brief life, her personality and spirit, her ethereal physicality, and the joy she gifted to her beloved mother. I feel deeply honoured to have follow the trail of bread crumbs that your story offers, being able to feel close behind or alongside your grief, and memory and joy. Thank you for inviting me to experience your birth day, your day of contemplative love on Blase's 13th year of being your daughter. Thank you for the imaginative leap into her having a life of infinite possibility.
Sending love and blessings to you, dear unmet friend.
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So beautifully written, I get you. My son would have been 37 this month. A chaotic creature. Many problems solved by his death but a gaping hole of questions too. Who would he have become? What sort of relationships would he have had? Would he have children and I be a grandmother by now? Would he live near or far? And a longing to hold him and make up for all the perceived mistakes. Wondering what might have been different or the same had I not made them. But most of all a longing to see his cheeky face, big cow eyes and listen to his voice... <3
We all, all mothers, all human beings make mistakes. We didn’t know then what we know now. Sending the biggest hug imaginable to you, and your son, and hold you both.
There is no one who writes about motherhood and grief more beautifully than you... sending you the biggest huge hug today, my friend. I so wish I had gotten to meet your beautiful girl. xxxx
Thank you for sharing your heart with us all! My daughter would be nineteen and it is so beautiful to think of the joyous gift that is her. I’m so happy to be able to hear your daughters music in my life today ((hugs))
Always a journey of delight and pain when you write her song. I know she keeps you strong, soft and powerful. Happy Birth-day, Gina and to your darling much missed daughter. x
So it's already a year... I remember watching this episode on Alone and feeling you with my heart open. You have this gift of feeling that is so Present - have you always been like that or did it grow? And you write so beautifully about it.
Thank you for your exquisite sharing, your raw openness and vulnerability. Oh dear heart how grief hollows us out and with time, to be ground down in deepest grief, despair, anger, rage (and at God,) fear, sorrow, and so much Love - a must if we are to move forward and so our little people may move forward - loved as an angel in heaven by purest Divine Love and Truth.
Someone once told me that when children pass they are taken to a divine healing place called 'Summerland' where they are healed and eternally loved beyond measure God's Way. What a treasure of a gift Blaise is. And one day you will meet her.
Motherhood… in all it’s gutsy, glorious, painful & heart-aching beauty …Thankyou for sharing your joy & your sadness, your everyday-ness & your special day- ness on Blaise’s bday. Deep resonance & deep knowings go on forever… & infinity, but I know you know that. Love to you on this birthing day. xxx
Your words pull me deeply into the weave of my own motherhood and makes me want to better rest with the unbearable unknowing-ness of life. We are here to love without the fierce grasping of that which we love. This is such a remembrance but my heart aches for you and what lives unlived beside you ♥️
Gina, your writing is a meandering, viceral wonderment; your honouring of beautiful Blase's brief life, her personality and spirit, her ethereal physicality, and the joy she gifted to her beloved mother. I feel deeply honoured to have follow the trail of bread crumbs that your story offers, being able to feel close behind or alongside your grief, and memory and joy. Thank you for inviting me to experience your birth day, your day of contemplative love on Blase's 13th year of being your daughter. Thank you for the imaginative leap into her having a life of infinite possibility.
Sending love and blessings to you, dear unmet friend.
Cassy from Narrm 🙏
So beautifully written, I get you. My son would have been 37 this month. A chaotic creature. Many problems solved by his death but a gaping hole of questions too. Who would he have become? What sort of relationships would he have had? Would he have children and I be a grandmother by now? Would he live near or far? And a longing to hold him and make up for all the perceived mistakes. Wondering what might have been different or the same had I not made them. But most of all a longing to see his cheeky face, big cow eyes and listen to his voice... <3
We all, all mothers, all human beings make mistakes. We didn’t know then what we know now. Sending the biggest hug imaginable to you, and your son, and hold you both.
There is no one who writes about motherhood and grief more beautifully than you... sending you the biggest huge hug today, my friend. I so wish I had gotten to meet your beautiful girl. xxxx
Thank you for sharing your heart with us all! My daughter would be nineteen and it is so beautiful to think of the joyous gift that is her. I’m so happy to be able to hear your daughters music in my life today ((hugs))
Always a journey of delight and pain when you write her song. I know she keeps you strong, soft and powerful. Happy Birth-day, Gina and to your darling much missed daughter. x
Hauntingly beautiful words, helping those of us who have not had to face this tragedy, get a window onto its stabbing beauty.
So it's already a year... I remember watching this episode on Alone and feeling you with my heart open. You have this gift of feeling that is so Present - have you always been like that or did it grow? And you write so beautifully about it.
Dear Gina,
Thank you for your courage and love of truth.
Thank you for your exquisite sharing, your raw openness and vulnerability. Oh dear heart how grief hollows us out and with time, to be ground down in deepest grief, despair, anger, rage (and at God,) fear, sorrow, and so much Love - a must if we are to move forward and so our little people may move forward - loved as an angel in heaven by purest Divine Love and Truth.
Someone once told me that when children pass they are taken to a divine healing place called 'Summerland' where they are healed and eternally loved beyond measure God's Way. What a treasure of a gift Blaise is. And one day you will meet her.
Warmly, as only Love is,
Pamela Rosalynde
Wow...this cracked open my heart then immediately stitched it up again with love, joy and gratitude. Just beautiful.
Sending love, and more of those warm, affirming, lovely dreams, that come from the heart.
Motherhood… in all it’s gutsy, glorious, painful & heart-aching beauty …Thankyou for sharing your joy & your sadness, your everyday-ness & your special day- ness on Blaise’s bday. Deep resonance & deep knowings go on forever… & infinity, but I know you know that. Love to you on this birthing day. xxx