too let you know just how much I valued that violin, I once told my brother that if he died mum could always make me another brother (and I would kill or die for my brother) but how do i ever replace the Strad, so sorry but i will never get over that completely, but I would like to start playing the violin again
Alone, I found my way to him. I walked into the room, and there he was. Still.
Too still.
Pale, scruffy, with a green palour to his skin, as if his whole body had bruised and healed in a nasty way. He didn't move. I touched his hand. Cold. I shook it.
When you love something enough to want to create it, you study it so hard you can no longer enjoy it without critically destroying it. And when you can no longer enjoy it, the love is gone, and with it, the urge to create.
i'd say you could look at it like a wonderful opportunity to return the favor. how many kids get to do that for the parents who gave up their own lives to raise you? (not that i claim to know anything about your family....) good luck.
This is the outcome I wanted. I didn't want to have to make that choice.
So why do I feel like I've lost someone?
....In the last day I have been held at a distance, thinking my father would never wake up. And I have been held in fear, thinking I was not only responsible for his life, but new lives.
I've been in the same situation -- twice -- and both times there was a tinge of regret underlying the massive relief. I think it's just something deeply instinctual in women that makes us just WANT BABIES sometimes. At least you didn't have to make that choice.