tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post4114174692977217228..comments2024-03-08T21:16:28.550+00:00Comments on The General Whirl: Time passesJoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04681996675508746353noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-18531801546708340982010-06-24T19:55:35.496+01:002010-06-24T19:55:35.496+01:00Oh Bella, how is it that it's been so long bef...Oh Bella, how is it that it's been so long before I reply to you here? <br /><br />How I wish there were no pain for you to bury, that he was still here for you to chide into taking more care. For you. For your children.<br /><br />This is my rememberance of my beloved best friend. I come here in a kind of reverance. You know, I almost can't believe I wrote this. That I walked this path. Pain and honour, a mix I can't describe.<br /><br />xx JosJoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04681996675508746353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-32232702005418798762010-06-09T23:53:25.249+01:002010-06-09T23:53:25.249+01:00Oh my goodness, Jos. This has touched a very deep...Oh my goodness, Jos. This has touched a very deep part of me that I've been trying to bury. I can feel my eyes begin to well. Although our experiences have been different, there are so many beautiful phrases here that grip me with such truth and emotion. I'm so very sorry for your sorrow and pain.Bella Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02139728758198482234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-67826795007488019402010-06-09T20:08:42.476+01:002010-06-09T20:08:42.476+01:00Annie, I know you will do fine. There is nothing m...Annie, I know you will do fine. There is nothing more normal than to feel the dread. We always feel we can not possibly be enough. ... and is there anything better than a hug. Something so healing about a hug. Love you too xx<br /><br />Dana, no ... thank you. Some things take a while to unfold ... events from feelings. All that stuff. You know what I mean.<br /><br />Grete, I agree. We carry the history of not only our own pasts but some part of the people we've loved.<br /><br />Ah Joz, does wisdom come from pain? It may be so. It seems that my most ancient pain makes me a child once again. Not much wisdom in that young mind. Perhaps I have learnt some things since then though.<br /><br />xxJoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04681996675508746353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-45687272789610612812010-06-09T03:18:57.257+01:002010-06-09T03:18:57.257+01:00You have come such a long way in 6 months. I wonde...You have come such a long way in 6 months. I wonder when i met you here on-line, back then you already seemed so wise, i thought your pain older.katrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09549558632861568997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-4644131888566261122010-06-08T18:06:33.697+01:002010-06-08T18:06:33.697+01:00Jos -
I had to read this several times, slowly, e...Jos -<br /><br />I had to read this several times, slowly, every word so crammed packed with mourning, loss, and of course with that love that makes for the mourning and the loss.<br /><br />“each day has unfolded in it's time” - A time for everything. A time to cry. A time to laugh. Each moment having its mirror image in some other time. Each building on the other. <br /><br />“I see the history of you in her every line”. Each moment building on the previous. Each person carrying that history of the past. <br /><br />Life after life. Yes. For why else would a relationship never die? Even as we are separated by death, what is between us is a never ending story. <br /><br />Which shows in your beautiful words. <br /><br />Gretegretehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05681306602983888686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-56142001423650664772010-06-08T14:53:47.063+01:002010-06-08T14:53:47.063+01:00Oh Jos... the picture you paint here is so vivid, ...Oh Jos... the picture you paint here is so vivid, I feel every move you made within my own being. To love in this magnitude, to feel... to really understand and experience such emotion. You cary this memory and pass it along. I am blessed having read this. Thank you. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-52820241164565859572010-06-08T00:31:45.994+01:002010-06-08T00:31:45.994+01:00I fear it sweetie. I fear the end with Mike, not h...I fear it sweetie. I fear the end with Mike, not his end, but my part in the ending. You have written it well, beautifully. You are amazing my friend and I adore you. Hugs to you and he. Hug each other. Big open wide hugs.<br /><br />Love<br />annieWine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-81260181174324092632010-06-07T18:14:39.972+01:002010-06-07T18:14:39.972+01:00Oh Allegra I am so very sorry. I think losing the ...Oh Allegra I am so very sorry. I think losing the people that we love is one of the hardest things to endure ... even when we think we are somewhat prepared it still hits like a tidal wave. When swamped with such feelings it is really terribly difficult to percieve the rhythm ... the universal order of life and death.<br /><br />Life after life. Wasn't that something you and Renee said to one another? (If not forgive me ... appalling memory).<br /><br />Warmest hugs to you in this sad time. xx JosJoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04681996675508746353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8045558338047530867.post-36004399910685546892010-06-07T05:53:11.644+01:002010-06-07T05:53:11.644+01:00How well I know what you are feeling tonight...yes...How well I know what you are feeling tonight...yesterday someone I loved very much went off in a flurry of time, without giving me a chance to say good bye. I didn't get to walk in any room, I didn't hear a breath now and gone just seconds later, I just sit here now, trying to understand the rhythm of life and death as well.A.Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06947308878002639964noreply@blogger.com