tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post116554027462935111..comments2023-10-06T18:30:44.757+08:00Comments on The Battersblog: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14168569626904048820noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-57455003291886114142006-12-12T12:45:00.000+09:002006-12-12T12:45:00.000+09:00We do what we have to do. And if that's your only ...We do what we have to do. And if that's your <i>only</i> hope then you've missed the point of the post entirely.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14168569626904048820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-88788730665409670382006-12-12T12:13:00.000+09:002006-12-12T12:13:00.000+09:00That day of the the year that always comes with su...That day of the the year that always comes with such a sour taste in my mouth has come and gone again for another year. <br /><br />Yes I knew Sharon . . .I wasn't a close friend, more a friend of a friend, but she always treated me well, welcomed me into the circle of firends and was always kind towards me, what more could I have ask from her. <br /><br />I can remember her, how she looked, her mannerisms, how she sounded.<br /><br />I think it is sad for Erin that you have decide not to keep in contact at some level with her Mum's firends, because I can reassure you they too haven't forgotten their friend and her daughter. <br /><br />My only hope is that some day when Erin is ready she knows where to find her Mum's friends. Then they can share their stories with Erin about her mum.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-1165794345461200622006-12-11T08:45:00.000+09:002006-12-11T08:45:00.000+09:00Thank you, all. It's been a tumultuous 5 years, an...Thank you, all. It's been a tumultuous 5 years, and in the best Soviet tradition it's time to put it all aside and make plans for the next 5 years. <BR/><BR/>I was lucky, very lucky indeed, to find love for a second time, and I've no intention of letting the ghosts of the past darken our future together. Lyn and I have both have a lot of baggage, and we process it together and are honest and open with our family, so I'm happy at what I see when I imagine our years together.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14168569626904048820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-1165681926110470802006-12-10T01:32:00.000+09:002006-12-10T01:32:00.000+09:00I can sympathize with the plaster saint problem. ...I can sympathize with the plaster saint problem. My father died when I was 15, and my mother, in her grief, has objectified him so much that I honestly can't reconcile my memories of the imperfect but unbelievably wonderful person he was with the paragon of perfection she has painted him to be. <BR/><BR/>I haven't lost a spouse (dear God above, I pray I never do. I love my husband dearly) but I admire your strength and candor concerning your wife's death. It never really hurts less, just less often. <BR/><BR/>Your daughter is very lucky to have you. If you maintain the sort of honesty about death that my father did with me, it will help her in more ways than you could ever know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-1165593171794715122006-12-09T00:52:00.000+09:002006-12-09T00:52:00.000+09:00Lee, for what it's worth (and that's very little) ...Lee, for what it's worth (and that's very little) I'm sorry for your loss. It seems as though you are handlin' the situation with a great deal of maturity and responsibility. Keep the chin up, and never let the memories fade - even the bad ones.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5917837.post-1165588930215812512006-12-08T23:42:00.000+09:002006-12-08T23:42:00.000+09:00Thinking of you, dude. And yours.Thinking of you, dude. And yours.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com