Comments on: One last drive

By: Atomictumor

Atomictumor — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:05:41 +0000

Yeah.

By: Tonya

Tonya — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:35:05 +0000

Hopefully, one day that “place” won’t be associated with a dismal time. I’ve always thought it’s funny that in a hospital one floor is giving life and a few doors down it can be fading away; like a big revolving door and all we can do is sit and watch kinda like you did outside the doors last night.

Jeremiah 29:11….for I know the plans I have for you….

~tonya

By: Bonnie

Bonnie — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 12:40:14 +0000

I read the most recent entry on the Pet Prayer and Praise blog site. My sincere condolences to your family.
I will pray for you.
Bonnie in Virginia

By: diana

diana — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:13:14 +0000

Praying for you and your family
Tampa, FL

By: Joel

Joel — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:15:51 +0000

Nice meditation, bos. Thanks.

By: sumgurl

sumgurl — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:34:41 +0000

it’s all a part of grief …
:’(

By: Lala

Lala — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 13:54:48 +0000

There were so many comments…and there are so many of us still who have no words.
You and your families are in the thoughts and heart of a complete stranger in Eastern Canada.

By: MSueS

MSueS — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 14:36:29 +0000

We search out the familiar to help us find a way to handle change. How quickly the feared place of the hospital became a familiar place that seemed safer than reality. When you understood you were outside looking in, it was a step toward that change. I have found that grief sets up housekeeping within a family, almost like a new person coming in…a stranger who none of us want to get to know. Someone who knows about such things told me to her Grief wasn’t what I said, but a large black balloon that followed her everywhere. She said it was filled to bursting and that she could let out a little of its contents, once in a while. Then she had to stop its release and look away. But is was there always. It is the times when the whish of memories release themselves unexpectedly and on their own that catch her off guard.

By: timsan1

timsan1 — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 15:34:40 +0000

I thought a lot about the places we call home. I grew up on the move. Parents divorced — in an ugly way and I was moved from house to house — back and forth. This was not some court arranged agreement but rather what served one parent or the other at one particular time. Doc’s says this is what people with PTSD are made of. Constantly moving — no stability. I have to say this, and I am bit shocked, that TN has been the longest I have been anywhere. A wopping 8 years. When I was younger I moved from place to place, town to town, never making any real friends and always surviving. I thought it was normal life. And it was a safe life really — no commitments, never getting hurt really because you never had to really make things work. But now having been in TN I actually need to make an effort to make this home and quit the fear shit. I am always ready to move, aways ready for the other shoe to drop. So what if that shoe does drop? BOOM! That is one lead shoe. Now I am married and have a child. That makes six shoes and eight paws if you count the cats. That is a lot of foot dropping that my little safety net of unattachment can not wrap my arms around.
Being where you are when you are is hard.

By: Suzanne

Suzanne — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 17:45:39 +0000

She will always be with you - in your heart and in your thoughts.
My thoughts are with you.

By: Tessa

Tessa — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 19:53:04 +0000

That was really lovely Bos. Saying goodbye to someone you love shouldn’t ever be easy but you are all doing it well. Each in your own way. As it needs to be done. For YOU to survive. With Bravery. With Love. With Sorry. With Regret. With Love.