tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post8087699173248306797..comments2024-03-29T09:19:13.599-04:00Comments on I Should Be Laughing: MomBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15302478126147924237noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-66102005149153661052016-02-19T19:29:40.000-05:002016-02-19T19:29:40.000-05:00Thank you for this. Your parents are beautiful. Ma...Thank you for this. Your parents are beautiful. Many hugs.krayolakrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887066973588730515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-66278708161289875322016-02-18T11:17:54.399-05:002016-02-18T11:17:54.399-05:00Beautiful.
This year will be the first year I exp...Beautiful. <br />This year will be the first year I experience the anniversary of losing a family member. This reminds me that I should start planning now to be with mom when that date rolls around. Fearsome Beardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12338879036238705400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-1365583572284169292016-02-18T08:22:08.104-05:002016-02-18T08:22:08.104-05:00Yep, it gets easier but it never gets better. Your...Yep, it gets easier but it never gets better. Your memories and your tributes fill my eyes with tears and my heart with love. Thanks for sharing so openly. Wishing you sweet memories to get you through the month.Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-70286027005879100682016-02-18T06:40:37.648-05:002016-02-18T06:40:37.648-05:00A lovely post from a lovely son! xx
JPA lovely post from a lovely son! xx<br />JPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-66134877185520440672016-02-17T18:02:16.867-05:002016-02-17T18:02:16.867-05:00She is so proud of you :-) xoxoxoxoShe is so proud of you :-) xoxoxoxothe dogs' motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11512888563325865616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-21170101777503358922016-02-17T16:02:48.903-05:002016-02-17T16:02:48.903-05:00For how hard it is to live with and experience, yo...For how hard it is to live with and experience, you can write something as beautiful as this. Tributes don't get much better. <br /><br />You never get over it. You learn to live with it, and we all will, and you must accept it, but you never get over it. People need to know when they say it trying to be comforting, that it's a lie and it's not a comfort. I never want to get over my Mom's death. <br /><br />I was asleep in bed on a Thursday morning, just another work day. At 4AM I shot up and turned to my sweet husbear and said I have to go see Mom, now! And he said I should go. She was failing when I got there. I told her she did a good job raising us and that we'd be OK, now, and she could go if she wanted to. She died the next morning. <br />It was tough the first year. By Christmas I thought the worst of it was over. I was ironing in the living room when I suddenly and without warning collapsed to the floor screaming "I don't want her laying in the cold ground". I was alone and cried for a while. That was the worst. I'm glad Jason wasn't there to see it. He's a sweetheart, but he's also tough. As a former nurse's aid, he's seen it all many times over. <br />So, I go to the cemetery a couple times a year. I plant flowers and weed around the headstones how she taught me to do years ago when the plots were mostly empty and that part of the cemetery looked like the pasture it had formerly been. She'd sit in the car and point out spots I'd missed or some little thing that needed a bit more attention and I'd do whatever she said, whatever it took to satisfy her that she was doing the best she could for those who had gone before and were now resting. Now I do it for her and for the rest of them. Most times, I cry and I don't care if anyone sees it. And I talk to them and to her. I thank them for being there for me. I tell them I miss them. On my solitary walk to my car I tell her I miss her most of all I think she'd be satisfied. <br />carlnepahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05840845700615739547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-65822414863442251632016-02-17T15:20:25.358-05:002016-02-17T15:20:25.358-05:00Well, if I wore mascara, it'd be running down ...Well, if I wore mascara, it'd be running down my face. Thank you for sharing such a moving story of your mother. <br /><br />Hugs from Ca.-BBeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-43504671360462624912016-02-17T13:24:00.016-05:002016-02-17T13:24:00.016-05:00A beautiful tribute to a beautiful soul. I'm s...A beautiful tribute to a beautiful soul. I'm so sorry. I also lost my dad, the kindest and most loving father anyone can ever hope for, to cancer. And also in February 2007, the 4th of the month to be exact. That was a terrible February.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09262406079948479112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19466193.post-2374213739799021652016-02-17T10:47:09.036-05:002016-02-17T10:47:09.036-05:00Hugs Bob.
I endured some of the same. May is our ...Hugs Bob. <br />I endured some of the same. May is our month. <br />I know exactly.<br />XoxoSamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563083955389042990noreply@blogger.com