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Re: Bel,
My Dear Friend Wiley,
I have no idea what I might have said to you but thank you so much for sharing this with me. I can't tell you how much your words mean to me. I loved my Grandpa so much and some days I think he put you in my path because he knew what comfort you bring to my heart and while nobody can ever be him, you bring a similar feel to my heart that he has always given me.
I, also love you my dear friend. Thank you for being in and a part of my life. 
posted by
Bel_
on January 15, 2011 at 9:34 PM
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Bel,
I feel like I know your grandfather luv. Back then you wrote me the most loving and helpful comment that I printed it off and have it pasted in my 'God Calling' book, June 28.2006 you wrote me that comment. You picked me up that day as if your were my for real daughter, and I loved you. Now I'm the same age as your grand-dad was when he died, 74. So now Blogit family will realize when I tell you I love you, I'm not messing with your head or mine, I'm just telling what is. God Bless you.
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 15, 2011 at 7:32 PM
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It's so difficult when the world just moves on as we struggle with the coping of a major event in our lives...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 15, 2011 at 5:38 PM
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WHEN 911 hit I went out into my little inner city Garden and planted
some uncompromisngly cheerful blooms.....I needed something positive around me...that was in Sydney back then,
but I know that when my Dad died suddenly I just wanted to die myself as quickly as I could to be back with him and like you I couldn't understand how the world could just keep going so uncaring. A really wonderful post from someone so in touch with your feelings that you set my mind remembering and thinking. Thank you dear one.
posted by
Kabu
on January 15, 2011 at 2:32 PM
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Bel, good writing. Humanity is frail I find. I truly respect many more and more. We are all different in how we handle pain, grief, sorrow...joy and passion. Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on January 15, 2011 at 12:16 PM
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Sometimes it's a blessing that other people don't understand
how our world has stopped. It gives us a glimpse of how it will be again, when others are dealing with personal tragedy and we are blissfully ignorant. And it helps us recognize the signs of such awful pain in others, to overlook it when they lash out, sometimes even to find the right word to help them. I remember how you wrote about Carl's departure, about his return home again, the aftermath of that. Not the exact words, but the emotions came through loud and clear. You are a treasure.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 15, 2011 at 9:23 AM
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a very emotional story.........
posted by
Samantha39
on January 15, 2011 at 8:45 AM
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Bel
Very cogent observations! I'm sure we have all experienced this at times - a kind of 'cognitive dissonance' between what we know we experience at the moment, and the world around us...
Immediately after 9/11 we were all more or less in the same state emotionally. But more often than not our grief is personal, caused by events that have touched only our own lives, and of course the world cannot possibly be expected to participate in that. Which does not make the experience of 'dissonance' any less real...
posted by
Nautikos
on January 15, 2011 at 8:40 AM
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