tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post8648215578426235890..comments2023-06-26T08:14:24.173-05:00Comments on ACK! THBBBT!: The One with the BrownieRoseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027536960284875200noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-42660592097245770802010-09-29T14:17:48.932-05:002010-09-29T14:17:48.932-05:00Take a deep breath dear one. It's quite all r...Take a deep breath dear one. It's quite all right to mourn your mom. You will for some time yet. I will do the same when my mum goes. <br /><br />And my boys better when I go or I'll haunt their a**.Priscillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18228535605250335085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-38178873124074824112010-09-27T22:44:16.981-05:002010-09-27T22:44:16.981-05:00I kept my Mom's favorite afghan and one of her...I kept my Mom's favorite afghan and one of her crocheted blankets after she passed away...7 years ago. <br />Now when I want to feel her love I take one of them and curl up on the couch and think of her. Soon it feels as if she is giving me hugs.<br /><br />Hope you feel the same when you wear that cardigan? AND, don't forget to smile when you want to cry because that's when you Miss Emhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14441825597709556390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-48881168219146999512010-09-27T18:23:02.930-05:002010-09-27T18:23:02.930-05:00an old cardigan. How sweet a thing to keep. Imag...an old cardigan. How sweet a thing to keep. Imagine a hug every time you have it on. How lucky you have such a physical thing to comfort you.<br />For years when I had a car I drove around one of the lakes here around the first of October. That's the time of year my dad died. And he and I both loved fall. I celebrated fall, and the lovely day he gave us to bury him (in Wisconsin) was fall Quinn and Angel brandihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01117466353653545481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-71521829408787469092010-09-27T11:02:42.933-05:002010-09-27T11:02:42.933-05:00Wow, you guys.
Really.
I was going to pull this p...Wow, you guys.<br />Really.<br /><br />I was going to pull this post down Monday morning, but I'm glad I left it up.<br /><br />Thank you so much for your kind comments.Roseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07027536960284875200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-37058454128751725512010-09-27T10:54:41.938-05:002010-09-27T10:54:41.938-05:00I came here thru Boudicca's Voice. And I had t...I came here thru Boudicca's Voice. And I had to comment.<br /><br />My dad died 15 years ago and even after all this time, there are times when I miss him so much that I think I'll stop breathing.<br /><br />He was a motorhead in a major way. If I hear the distinct throaty burble of a classic V8 dual exhaust Mustang - it will guarantee that I'll cry. Which is odd to people who don&#Kris, in New Englandhttp://www.noodlingonit.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-67487298704295624492010-09-27T10:42:05.411-05:002010-09-27T10:42:05.411-05:00*hug*
I was driving down the street and saw someon...*hug*<br />I was driving down the street and saw someone walking a basset hound and it reminded me of Alex (my childhood dog that had to be put down a few years ago) and I just started crying right there. Then my dad pulled out his keys and he still has her tags there with the rest of his keychains and I cried.<br /><br />Not that that's anything like losing a mother, but I feel like in someAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10861097614588953834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-44695827704795381752010-09-27T08:45:35.080-05:002010-09-27T08:45:35.080-05:00Without tears would laughter be as sweet!
Without ...Without tears would laughter be as sweet!<br />Without pain - would absent of such be as near?<br />It gets better slowly - missing daughter-<br />lost old friends- empty places at the table-<br />pain that does repeat .<br />Sorry for your pain.<br />kay lee kellyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-81150570361865942532010-09-27T06:51:50.397-05:002010-09-27T06:51:50.397-05:00I know what Monk means. I have not lost a parent,...I know what Monk means. I have not lost a parent, but I was very close to my grandparents (both sets).<br /><br />Sometimes I just tear up thinking about something they said, or did. And, they've been gone a long, long time. <br /><br />I know you miss your Mom, Roses. That is a fine tribute to her.Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10945901944078164054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-28205780141076385432010-09-27T01:48:07.406-05:002010-09-27T01:48:07.406-05:00It does get easier, but even 11 years on I still m...It does get easier, but even 11 years on I still miss my mom and my grandparents after 34 years. But the best advice I have ever had on grieving was "If you want to see their legacy - look in a mirror, look at your siblings and look at your kids..."The Gray Monkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243748164095781725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-47208109889679107962010-09-26T23:58:33.354-05:002010-09-26T23:58:33.354-05:00Awwww Roses, big hug. Big big hug from me.Awwww Roses, big hug. Big big hug from me.Danihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-41326566092066886522010-09-26T23:23:09.844-05:002010-09-26T23:23:09.844-05:00I will never understand the workings of the human ...I will never understand the workings of the human brain. About 6 months after I lost my mom, I was driving home, a song came on the radio and I just lost it. It wasn't a sad song...it wasn't even a song I associated with my mother. It just made me think of her and I sat on the side of the interstate and bawled my eyes out. But I promise...it does get better. Hugs to you, Roses.Mellnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833316.post-79167241476158214982010-09-26T23:00:24.565-05:002010-09-26T23:00:24.565-05:00Amazing the things that grab us... It's sweet,...Amazing the things that grab us... It's sweet, really.Thumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02154314376352066709noreply@blogger.com