tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1627357967936193401.post5158857857454754458..comments2023-10-21T10:39:23.988-04:00Comments on <br>The Daily Draw: 10/24/16—Missing A Part Of MeTierney Sadlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13508037058967261204noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1627357967936193401.post-57096724643815845272016-10-26T11:37:34.317-04:002016-10-26T11:37:34.317-04:00I know. I was kind of surprised by it myself. I se...I know. I was kind of surprised by it myself. I see friends all around struggling with their parents with Altzheimers or dementia or other issues, and I can see the "blessing" in losing my parents so early. When you are young (I was 21 and 25 when my parents died) you have the ability to bounce back. But then when you're older, you have the wisdom to better anticipate and understand. I'm not sure if I could manage the emotional strain of a dying parent at this time in my life. So from that perspective it's a blessing. But when I think of all the things I was never able to share with my parents...that I never got to know them as an adult...then it's upsetting. Tierney Sadlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13508037058967261204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1627357967936193401.post-81436013162337352552016-10-26T09:54:13.874-04:002016-10-26T09:54:13.874-04:00Amazing how we can block things from our conscious...Amazing how we can block things from our consciousness, that suddenly seem so clear and obvious. I wonder what else you will understand of yourself, how it will change your relationship to theatre, and to your mother. Or maybe it won't, and this epiphany is enough...<br />I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my mother. For me, it has often been the worst thing I could imagine. When I first started learning yoga, it was in a retreat when I was 21. The teacher left after the first week, because her mother died. When I heard the reason, I broke down in tears - what an awful thing to happen. I feel blessed to still have my mother, though now I have to worry about her slowly losing her marbles. It's very discomfiting that a woman who has so long been my rock is now no longer so strong a foundation. And thinking about having to take care of her is both an honour and a fear. Sorry for the ramble, this clearly pushes buttons for me :)Inner Whispershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04577110987784585986noreply@blogger.com