tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post153794239242056955..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: The Fish, The Clouds, The SlipstreamElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-56222517736673368982014-05-27T05:52:27.900-07:002014-05-27T05:52:27.900-07:00I can't hardly imagine, but through your words...I can't hardly imagine, but through your words I can come close. For what it is worth, I hear you too, and share in your sorrow. Unfair, the only word I can come up with.<br />So, yes, catch and release seems the only way to stay sane.<br />Hugs to you and to Sophie.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-35215527875825803342014-05-26T19:52:02.157-07:002014-05-26T19:52:02.157-07:00This happens to me, too; the pain of what is/isn&#...This happens to me, too; the pain of what is/isn't/could have been/can't be. I am so sorry that you suffer it afresh; please know that you are not alone.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-66768319237648257982014-05-26T08:54:34.902-07:002014-05-26T08:54:34.902-07:00It is enough to drive a person mad, and no one wou...It is enough to drive a person mad, and no one would blame you. I'm glad you're able to let it slip into the stream, even knowing that grief is never truly gone. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-34325419973806131332014-05-26T07:24:40.541-07:002014-05-26T07:24:40.541-07:00Thank you for sharing that. I like the idea that i...Thank you for sharing that. I like the idea that it's something we can let go of, for the moment. xoBLOOM - Parenting Kids With Disabilitieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06901482901008135659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-15258121622913112542014-05-26T06:59:32.251-07:002014-05-26T06:59:32.251-07:00You've said all that can be said, I think. Gri...You've said all that can be said, I think. Grief is not something you experience and let go and never experience again, is it?<br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-61677076415610131592014-05-25T20:28:55.494-07:002014-05-25T20:28:55.494-07:00That last sentence is a powerful one. Sometimes ...That last sentence is a powerful one. Sometimes grief can feel as though I am under siege, but when I acknowledge it and let it happen, I can remember Kerry without feeling that pure pain.Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03207368263747329098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-79836066051191486542014-05-25T18:14:05.494-07:002014-05-25T18:14:05.494-07:00It's true isn't it. That pinch, that pain....It's true isn't it. That pinch, that pain. I still get it from time to time. No graduation, no university, no job, no boyfriend, no husband or babies. <br /><br />We tried to take her horseback riding today, she wouldn't get out of the car. So now horseback riding is gone. She fell off a horse last fall, rode a horse this spring that spooked easily. She's done.<br /><br />We took her to the zoo. I rode with her on the train there because she loves trains. The train started off and she screamed and cried until the train returned. I held her tight, whispered to her that she was safe, over and over and over again. She was inconsolable, over what I have no idea. Just pure fear. <br /><br />Then the elephant became her focus, must see the elephant, our famous elephant Lucy. We found her, in a field, down past the compost pile. Apparently Lucy goes for walks everyday and spends hours in the field everyday. Katie waved for the elephant to come closer and Lucy was not interested.<br /><br />It was a long, tiring day which Katie didn't really enjoy all that much. Which makes me sad because truly I only want my children to be happy and if they aren't, well, what kind of mother am I?My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-36855113797104926072014-05-25T16:34:27.566-07:002014-05-25T16:34:27.566-07:00My ex-mother-in-law's eldest child was severel...My ex-mother-in-law's eldest child was severely developmentally delayed-- probably from a botched forceps delivery. She said she never wept at her other children's milestones. Only for her child who never got there. Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49354233568538843832014-05-25T15:34:02.613-07:002014-05-25T15:34:02.613-07:00Yepperdo.Yepperdo.Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-34877848238252123912014-05-25T14:53:10.356-07:002014-05-25T14:53:10.356-07:00Elizabeth, I see you and I send you so much love, ...Elizabeth, I see you and I send you so much love, and have so much admiration for the mother and the woman that you are. fullsoulahead.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04053261523883986863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-4111417639379528212014-05-25T12:40:46.649-07:002014-05-25T12:40:46.649-07:00Yes, don't hold this pain. Let it flow right o...Yes, don't hold this pain. Let it flow right on through, knowing it will return again and again, and you will be as supple as the wind, allowing it, I suppose there is not much choice. I am so sorry you have to feel these things but I am glad that you share them rather than try to swallow them whole. My love to you. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.com