tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post4572401906958662149..comments2023-05-16T04:18:29.455-06:00Comments on ♪♫•*¨*Letter Out*¨*•♫♪: Now and Ten Years AgoBlondi Blathershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15656970490122824720noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-89054733057838576902015-05-27T19:31:44.583-06:002015-05-27T19:31:44.583-06:00We've been fortunate, that is for sure.We've been fortunate, that is for sure. Blondi Blathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15656970490122824720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-13901645666819873962015-05-27T13:40:03.613-06:002015-05-27T13:40:03.613-06:00Your entry made me cry, but they are good tears. ...Your entry made me cry, but they are good tears. You and I and countless others have been loved by remarkably kind women, special in their ordinariness. Not all moms are nice to their kids.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12767477397568235117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-69692570663281052702015-05-27T09:01:08.732-06:002015-05-27T09:01:08.732-06:00I very nearly set this entry back to "draft&q...I very nearly set this entry back to "draft" as it seemed like maybe just too much. Too much detail, too much ... something. Too much truth, maybe, and being unsure of a reason to put it out there. Other than a simple need to share my experience, I don't know. Thanks for your understanding and support. The 10-yr-old entries are taken directly from my handwritten journal. Blondi Blathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15656970490122824720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-59048723315377836352015-05-27T08:53:34.456-06:002015-05-27T08:53:34.456-06:00Kathy:
Ten years, so long and so short. So endur...Kathy:<br /><br />Ten years, so long and so short. So enduring this loss. . .<br /><br />It is good to read your entry with its details about your Mom's death. Your devotion to her has given you satisfaction along with the sorrow. I wasn't there as well as you were when my parents left us, and my poor performance is a residual thorn in my soul that can bring deep regrets. I am trying to be true to them in other ways.<br /><br />On the other side of the ledger, when some of my friends passed away, I did help in these small practical ways, and I did not avert my eyes or close my heart to this pain. I am thankful for those transcendent moments, being with someone you love when you know bone-deep, that it's over for him or her, here, anyway--and the rest is mystery.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12767477397568235117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-56614855203348009652015-05-27T08:06:17.788-06:002015-05-27T08:06:17.788-06:00It is surprising how quickly time passes, and yet ...It is surprising how quickly time passes, and yet feels like yesterday. Hope you find some happy memories of your Mom on the anniversary of her passing. Take care.Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03913730942861873965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383683834534759163.post-31726945858097476592015-05-27T07:21:40.707-06:002015-05-27T07:21:40.707-06:00Kate, thank you for writing so beautifully about l...Kate, thank you for writing so beautifully about loss, grief, and survival. Like you, I have found that loss of such magnitude affects me at the very foundation of my being.<br /><br />NamasteMaggie Turnerhttp://www.maggieturner.netnoreply@blogger.com