Comments on: Just reread your comments/emails…

By: Kitty

Kitty — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 10:16:52 +0000

I hope you are doing okay these last three weeks.

I still have those moments when I think, this couldn’t have really happened.

I still think of you often, almost every day and wonder if you will get some answers.

By: Kathy

Kathy — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 14:44:36 +0000

How do you even explain to someone the total grieve of losing a child. My son Dwayne was killed on Dec 12, 2008 when his car was hit by two recently paroled men who had stolen a car and where running from the police. The men are still walking around free, while we await DNA evidence. My other son, his girlfriend and my son Dwayne’s wife where also in the car at the time of the accident. The brothers had spent the day together and then decided to go out to dinner with their wife/girlfriend. My husband and I kept our granddaughter (Dwayne’s daughter) so that they could have an adult evening out. I will never forget the call to come to the hospital right away nor will I forget the moment they told me my son was dead. Some days when I wake up I decide that I am going to pretend it didn’t happen and that he is just on a business trip other days the reality will not allow me to pretend. The reality of telling his 3 year old daughter that her daddy is dead.

By: writinggb

writinggb — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 04:01:12 +0000

Strange, isn’t it, how we can have those moments when we can’t believe for a split second that its true….

Reminds me of a poem by William Wordsworth, who lost his young child. The poem is called “Surprised by Joy.” In it, he finds himself turning to share something with his child, forgetting she is dead. He is torn by guilt at the thought of not remembering every instant of the fact of his loss. But the thing is that we all who grieve know what it is like to think of picking up the phone and calling our deceased loved one or sharing a story with them when they get home…. It is one of the hardest things, for me, at least, when I think, hey I need to share this with her, and then once again I recall she’s dead….

By: gypsy-heart

gypsy-heart — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 03:25:14 +0000

Things have a way of coming full circle, dear Linda. So thank you for BEing here.
Someday I may tell you why I am here.

By: Valerie

Valerie — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:16:21 +0000

What can I say that hasn’t already been said. You are inspirational, some days you are the difference between a sane and insane day. When I read your posts about talking out loud to Owen it makes me realize that I’m not crazy……or if I am I’m not alone. This sight has become a sanctuary.

Hugs, Valerie

By: sandy

sandy — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:31:19 +0000

lINDA, NO THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR JOURNEY WITH ME. YOU HAVE HELPED ME IN SO MANY WAYS , ON SO MANY DAYS. IM ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE , I SO MISS WHEN YOU DONT BLOG ! GOD I MISS MY BOY, BUT YOU DO PUT SOME LIGHT IN THIS JOURNEY. HUGS, SANDY SHANES MOM

By: Talula

Talula — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 04:55:06 +0000

Girl; we are all spiritual beings here on this ‘Human’ stage together. The act you are working on just ao happens to be as dramatic as those in one of Shakespeare’s plays. Never fear that your fellow actors will come to aide, comfort, & support your efforts. Sometimes it’s a solo scene; but the rest of the cast is still there off-stage, helping you through the lines & singing with you on the arias. Love & family on both sides of the veil are always around you when you need them. You have but to ask for friends to share the tears and laughter; and in the next scene – they show up. Create; and so mote it be! Love to you and yours, Talula.

By: Cailie

Cailie — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:02:08 +0000

Linda-
Thank you also, for the comments you leave on my page, I am grateful for them and your blog.

exoh
Cailie.