tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post6438635394043806236..comments2024-03-28T16:02:34.249-04:00Comments on Bug's Eye View: Diamonds Outweigh the GriefThe Bughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-44541774212495233592011-09-22T09:27:46.914-04:002011-09-22T09:27:46.914-04:00You answered your mother's question perfectly....You answered your mother's question perfectly. It's been five years since my mother died and nearly 10 for my father, and still, sometimes I'm taken unaware by waves of grief. Life is bittersweet without them.Rudeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17889298704039071473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-32160112364285899802011-09-21T19:04:38.050-04:002011-09-21T19:04:38.050-04:00That was a perfect answer. You spoke the truth an...That was a perfect answer. You spoke the truth and left the door open for future conversations about her death. You mother would have been more persistent had she really wanted the answer that day. She wasn't ready for it and you were wise to respect that and acknowledge it with the proper answer.NCmountainwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00615765649828716560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-53207705139828138022011-09-21T15:03:25.365-04:002011-09-21T15:03:25.365-04:00Hugs to you. I dread the loss of my mother somethi...Hugs to you. I dread the loss of my mother something fierce, for so many reasons. I've told her that she simply can't die, but she pays no attention to me. Like my former dog, Dooley. I told him he had to lie forever, or at least as long as me. He didn't listen. Grief weighs something awful, and sometimes seems to shift its weight upon us just as we adjust to it. It's not friendlyaltar egohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11564052536173244610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-14745543770086209772011-09-21T10:30:16.627-04:002011-09-21T10:30:16.627-04:00Thoughts are with you. We all need our moms even ...Thoughts are with you. We all need our moms even though at times we don't think so.<br /><br />Side note - it takes the average person 17 minutes to fall asleep. You aren't too far behind.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09076194149640604198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-57281068610162256702011-09-21T10:12:07.211-04:002011-09-21T10:12:07.211-04:00Nance is right.Nance is right.Argenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532506690426639326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-61949853143667570982011-09-21T09:54:24.323-04:002011-09-21T09:54:24.323-04:00You know how, once in a while, when your husband c...You know how, once in a while, when your husband comes into a room or does some little thing, your heart swells with love for him at that small moment? Your grief is really just the love for your mother--still there, still active--rising to the surface. We perceive it as sadness because of our great loss; because we know our loved one is gone and we have no tangible receptacle for that love. But Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-6681529682564464672011-09-21T05:43:41.842-04:002011-09-21T05:43:41.842-04:00Very moving post, my love to you.
And that random...Very moving post, my love to you.<br /><br />And that random huge grief. I don't think it ever goes.Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-28029475256586034272011-09-21T01:20:11.933-04:002011-09-21T01:20:11.933-04:00Love that about diamonds being too big for her hea...Love that about diamonds being too big for her head. My Mum didn't like to discuss the inevitable either. Even right at the end.<br /><br />For all the sadness it is good that we had Mums we could love so much, isn't it? The alternative is far worse.<br /><br />xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-75677543646440289272011-09-20T23:48:14.334-04:002011-09-20T23:48:14.334-04:00I envy you.I envy you.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-75141002319563200082011-09-20T22:11:24.745-04:002011-09-20T22:11:24.745-04:00Your mom was very blessed to have a daughter like ...Your mom was very blessed to have a daughter like you!Bekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06626966615920269238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-12360064281169699552011-09-20T18:05:18.769-04:002011-09-20T18:05:18.769-04:00What a beautiful story - all of it. Yes you answer...What a beautiful story - all of it. Yes you answered perfectly! Well done, you, a gift to your mother.<br /><br />Thinking of you with love.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-60559933338964429102011-09-20T17:44:29.698-04:002011-09-20T17:44:29.698-04:00my Aunt was like my 2nd mother and she has been go...my Aunt was like my 2nd mother and she has been gone over 2 years now. There are days that the grief still catches me by surprise. I miss her.sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16558961544260341038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686754906089902443.post-26823486635741900662011-09-20T15:27:52.911-04:002011-09-20T15:27:52.911-04:00a very touching and personal post. Thanks for sha...a very touching and personal post. Thanks for sharingDon't Feed The Pixieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05380146661526476947noreply@blogger.com