tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post6839575558826964419..comments2023-04-18T02:43:28.430-07:00Comments on An empty chair at our table: Dropping things ....Alicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02472729169216109749noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-25396279728029659932008-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:002008-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:00i have nothing useful to add, i hope you can get a...i have nothing useful to add, i hope you can get a rest soon...i will be thinking of you...katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16536809590856333391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-91777906133238508512008-11-12T18:39:00.000-08:002008-11-12T18:39:00.000-08:00I'm so sorry -- these moments, the residual crap t...I'm so sorry -- these moments, the residual crap that keeps haunting us, really break my heart. For me it's the short term memory loss and the inability to plan or visualize a future. Which is no way to live with a child.<BR/><BR/>I hope you find a way to slow things down a bit. And everyone is right -- treat yourself now and then. Please.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-19852358742125634502008-11-05T20:04:00.000-08:002008-11-05T20:04:00.000-08:00I know it might not feel this way, but I think it ...I know it might not feel this way, but I think it is wonderful that your son shows his caring so openly. My son does that too. I think it is a valuable life lesson actually, that it's ok to show you care and to help with something small like a hug.<BR/><BR/>I hope you can slow down and rest a bit. It's all right to not do everything and be everything. I have to remind myself of that too.Karinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00422440351227886164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-21193276801877249792008-11-05T11:49:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:49:00.000-08:00I wish I could say something to help, but I don't ...I wish I could say something to help, but I don't know how to. My only suggestion is to find something, however small, to enjoy each day, and that you tell your son about it, or laugh with him, to lessen his tension and your grief.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-54392427334094855142008-11-04T11:04:00.000-08:002008-11-04T11:04:00.000-08:00What a gorgeous son. You're obviously doing someth...What a gorgeous son. You're obviously doing something right!<BR/><BR/>Give yourself a break and some tlc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-12408495446998425962008-11-03T10:37:00.000-08:002008-11-03T10:37:00.000-08:00I have the same problems, with my dexterity, with ...I have the same problems, with my dexterity, with my children having to comfort me, with the overwhelming, where-the-hell-did-you-come-from grief. And I can't help but wonder, when does it end? When do I become me again, when do my kids get the mother they knew. The idea of never getting that woman back is wholly unbelievable to me. Inconceivable, really.<BR/><BR/>As an aside, thank you for commenting on my recent blog. Many days, the only thing that gets me through (and it's so very selfish) is knowing that there are women who know this grief, too.c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02933776400434137451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-60234806055944814622008-11-03T10:29:00.000-08:002008-11-03T10:29:00.000-08:00It sounds like you need a break... take it easy, m...It sounds like you need a break... take it easy, mama. Be gentle with yourself. ((hugs))janishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14326099151319592743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8280627664599611047.post-74261678456627095152008-11-03T02:39:00.000-08:002008-11-03T02:39:00.000-08:00if I would if I were already in the UK I'd drop ev...if I would if I were already in the UK I'd drop everything myself and come over and give you one big hug..<BR/>allow yourself these awful days, please. Take time to go see a friend, perhaps S. someone who loves you and will let you talk? I wish I could be there for you but phone me anytime and I will be over soon.<BR/>xxxxxxHoneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662439151558495496noreply@blogger.com