As I’m dealing with change, the morning after the funeral of my good friend Hillel, I’m dealing with searching all my 2,474 previous blog posts for “dealing with change.” The top result of that “dealing with change” search is Day 1888: Well … THEY WERE WRONG which, among other things, deals with climate change. Climate change is something that a lot of people are dealing with, here and now.
I’m also focusing on “dealing with change” today because next week I’ll be conducting a version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the major Boston hospital where I work. That’s a change for me and I’m going to focus the group topic on dealing with change, since we’re all dealing with so much change, especially in the health care industry.
One way I deal with change is to blog here daily and to share my photos from the day before. Today’s photos feature
- Julie, the lovely woman from my high school who helped me deal with Hillel’s death by inviting me to stay at her place Tuesday night and go to Hillel’s funeral together,
- Julie’s pets, including two cats and a dog,
- Julie’s beautiful home, inside and out,
- the cemetery where Hillel was buried yesterday, and
- the delicious meal Michael served me when I finally got home last night.
If you want to change the size of any of those photos, just click to enlarge.
Music also helps me deal with change. Here‘s “A Change is Gonna Come” written and sung by Sam Cooke.
What are your thoughts and feelings about dealing with change?
No matter what change I’m dealing with, I’m grateful I’m alive another day to deal with the changes around and within me.
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I had to change my focus on the dog photo to believe it was Julie’s dog and not our rescue mutt Ellie B, Ann.
I love that, Mark.
What a generous soul Julie is. I’d like to thank her for not only sheltering you but allowing you to share photos with us of her home and pets. Her cats also did everything they could to offer comfort.
It takes one generous soul to know another one, my friend. Thank you for this comforting comment, Maureen.
Death has a habit of forcing change
I agree
We agree!
I admire your attitude with change.. Obviously if change is good, there are no issues, but when it is for the worst, it can be very anguishing. Death, sadly is an inevitable change in our lives
I admire your comment. Thank you!
Friends like Julie can really help us through change. I also admire her letter from George McGovern because it reminds me of this:
https://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/midtown-open/2869192
As usual, Chris, your admirable comments help me deal with change.
So sorry to hear about the loss of your friend Hillel.
Thank you, my friend.
I use to think, that change is good, so long time we choose it for ourselves, Ann.
Sometimes that isn’t possible and then we need to think again.
Thank you for another thoughtful comment, my friend.
Change comes to us all. It is very unsettling because no matter our circumstances we find comfort in them. But change has value. It reminds us that we are still alive, with a chance to make a change for the better.
-Alan
Thank you, Alan, for your unchangingly helpful comments.
Oh I am so sorry to read of your friend Hillel’s death. That is change that is so unwelcome, and hard to adjust to. ❤
Thank you for helping me deal, Lisa. ❤
May you be gentle with yourself as you grieve for Hillel’s passing. The best changes take time, understanding, love and kindness. 💕
Thank you for taking time here, Val, with understanding, love, and kindness. ❤ ❤
I’m so sorry to read about your friend Hillel. Some change is just so hard. Hugs.
Your hugs and empathy help me deal with change! Hugs back at you.
I don’t deal with change all that easily. Sometimes even knowing something is going to ultimately be good, I still balk! But the death of a friend is really tough. That’s change on such a heart level, and that change truly costs us. I loved your photos and thank you for sharing them. Julie was indeed a special friend at this time, wasn’t she! Blessings to you, dear Ann.
It takes one special friend to know another one, dear Debra. ❤