tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post1653842748521556994..comments2023-09-23T07:24:36.217-04:00Comments on Everything Is Under Control: The beautiful and the gruesomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-29914801975092110332007-12-04T03:40:00.000-05:002007-12-04T03:40:00.000-05:00What you wrote is so sad that it is beautiful in a...What you wrote is so sad that it is beautiful in a heartbreaking way, if that makes any sense. We have these feelings that run so deep yet remain so sharp; I can't even find the words to describe them. You have expressed how I feel and it brings me to tears. Big hugs.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04531843578369399243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-33569487539414448212007-12-04T03:39:00.000-05:002007-12-04T03:39:00.000-05:00It's so hard when it wintertime comes. I think ab...It's so hard when it wintertime comes. I think about the frozen grass over his grave and I think--oh jesus, how can I just leave him there? And when I'm holding Ben or watching him sleep, sometimes it's really hard for me not to cry. Thanks for this post...it helped me get my brain around what I'm feeling, too.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07471420264228948843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-5202144717794788922007-12-03T21:23:00.000-05:002007-12-03T21:23:00.000-05:00I think this is very natural. We love our children...I think this is very natural. We love our children as distinct individuals they are, so we have to take that with the flip side-- the unique one(s) missing is/are just that-- the unique one(s) missing.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-51163814805947269192007-12-03T18:22:00.000-05:002007-12-03T18:22:00.000-05:00i know this feeling, especially in the winter when...i know this feeling, especially in the winter when the wind is cold. we didn't bury Finn, but planted a tree in our backyard with some ashes beneath it. and on Christmas eve last year i went out in the snow late at night to bring him some ornaments. and it was so frigging desolate and cold out there that i came inside and sobbed for an hour...because i was afraid, if he really WAS out there in some way, what kind of mother was i being, leaving him out in the cold?<BR/><BR/>there are places it will always cut deep, and never make sense.<BR/><BR/>i am glad that, despite that, you get these moments with Myles and Sam. i know one doesn't cancel the other. but it is good to have joy with the sorrow, nonetheless.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.com