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Indeed it must be very painful to lose such a dear parent.But it's life
posted by
adventurer02
on February 11, 2016 at 2:55 AM
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kingmi/Mike
I'm not musical anymore. I used to play the piano, the flute, some percussion, ukulele, and was learning the bassoon. Sadly, I've not played any music in years.
Mahalo for liking my writing style! That's quite a compliment for me since I tend to think I can't write worth a damn.
Take care!
posted by
Jemmie211
on September 27, 2004 at 2:38 PM
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I try
to remember mine, and not to be a fool. But it isn't fun. It's like a divorce only he's never around to piss me off. I guess that's good. I try different strategies, but it's a naturla part of life, a kind of numbing of the emotions, or a leveling. I like your writing style. Are you musical too?
Mike
posted by
kingmi
on September 27, 2004 at 2:35 PM
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I hope you find some peace...
Try not to look so hard and you'll see the signs that your Dad is with you. I know, easier said than done.
I think the tattoo idea is very cool. You'll have to let us know how it turns out.
I'll be thinking of you.
posted by
RachelAnna
on September 26, 2004 at 11:49 AM
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Jemmie, take all the time u need to mourn. people are hopefully around you supporting u, as well as many bloggers around the world..
posted by
EccentricShock
on September 26, 2004 at 11:44 AM
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Jemmie,
I am so sorry for you...when my dad died, I took to sitting and thinking about him and just imagining that I could feel him slip his hand into mine and squeeze it for comfort and courage...it helped.
posted by
Original_Influence
on September 25, 2004 at 7:38 PM
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Jemmie
I am so sorry, but your dad is kind of like this:
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:" There she's gone.!!"
Gone from my sight that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And she is just as able to bear her load of living weight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says; "There she's gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout.
"There she comes."
And that luv, is dying to here, to live over there.
Bless your days girl
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 24, 2004 at 8:12 PM
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jemmie
so sorry. tg
posted by
tbgroucho
on September 24, 2004 at 5:11 PM
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