tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post9207308635724450715..comments2023-10-31T08:13:41.571-04:00Comments on Live. Laugh. Pull your hair out.: Discussing Grief. Again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-5452641628938576932012-05-21T21:35:04.023-04:002012-05-21T21:35:04.023-04:00Yes he was there. Remember that. Hold onto it.Yes he was there. Remember that. Hold onto it.Jennershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08044537551139633301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-5154698092424514252012-05-15T13:37:47.309-04:002012-05-15T13:37:47.309-04:00I'm glad you saw blue jays! :)
My Mom was rea...I'm glad you saw blue jays! :)<br /><br />My Mom was really private and didn't want me to discuss any details of her life either when she was alive. I really wish I could have. I think I went through most of my stages of grief when she was dying. :(<br /><br />I'm sorry you are in pain. I think it just takes a bit of time. It always sucks when your parents aren't there on your birthday. :( And I had no mother to celebrate on mother's day. That sucked. But I am, again, glad for you about the blue jays.Heatherlynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09355263068372248035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-60200357313973318942012-05-15T10:41:53.207-04:002012-05-15T10:41:53.207-04:00He was there. For real.
And those people that tel...He was there. For real.<br /><br />And those people that tell you it gets better or easier or effing liars. My dad has been gone ten years and it is not easier. That sharp sense of hopelessness and despair doesn't come around as often, but when it does it is just as fresh and as painful as the day he died. Can you survive it? Yes, even if you don't want to, but it never gets easier. I have learned to take comfort in that. As long as I have that pain, as long as I miss him, I still have part of him. I can't imagine what could happen to me missing him hurt less. That just isn't possible.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16666910475457302786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-78593194302998085272012-05-15T05:41:38.873-04:002012-05-15T05:41:38.873-04:00He was there, I know it. Hugs.He was there, I know it. Hugs.Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-66131420559651981682012-05-14T21:58:32.771-04:002012-05-14T21:58:32.771-04:00You're right- it is hell. Every single stage ...You're right- it is hell. Every single stage is pure hell. And you know what? I fully believe those blue jays were your daddy. <br /><br />You know what my favorite thing is? When my dad is in my dreams. It is so wonderful and REAL when I'm sleeping. Horrid when I wake up, but totally worth it for those few moments in my dreams. He is always healthy, happy, and young in my dreams.<br /><br />I wish I could help you through the pain in person. ((Hugs))Foursonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07470306593323990269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4040955578252222585.post-80375006345484348982012-05-14T21:07:18.699-04:002012-05-14T21:07:18.699-04:00That was beautiful Vik. Brought tears to my eyes. ...That was beautiful Vik. Brought tears to my eyes. Your Dad would be proud...Karennoreply@blogger.com