tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post901932536981152351..comments2023-09-23T07:24:36.217-04:00Comments on Everything Is Under Control: May flowersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-27536620115338988812008-05-09T08:00:00.000-04:002008-05-09T08:00:00.000-04:00This is almost exactly how I feel. Even though yo...This is almost exactly how I feel. Even though you don't think so, you express it all so well. I feel as though life has dragged me through March and April and I need time to stop and think and feel.Kendra's momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347203184232902188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-62015562513078426602008-05-08T01:23:00.000-04:002008-05-08T01:23:00.000-04:00you are where you are, and you don't sound clogged...you are where you are, and you don't sound clogged to me. But what do I know? <BR/>Kids say some heartbreakingly beautiful things...<BR/>I wish you some time for yourself, time to go where you wish to go, where you need to go.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09745262857388007041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-11281588866353751302008-05-07T22:06:00.000-04:002008-05-07T22:06:00.000-04:00I remember this day two years ago. What I was doin...I remember this day two years ago. What I was doing, what you were doing. I remember three days later, what I was doing, what you were doing.<BR/><BR/>Just know that today I woke with Travis' name running through my head, then Alex's then yours. <BR/><BR/>You honour your kids, all of them, every day. The moving on, by dragging or under your own power shows how much you want to survive and live for Sam and Myles and how much you won't let Alex and Travis be the reason you aren't living. Only a mother's love could be that powerful.<BR/><BR/>Grieve the way it comes - grief is one thing that just can't be faked and is really hard to do wrong. It is what it is (to quote an expert;)). Anyway, I'm proud of you for making it this far. (((hugs)))Jillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16390479974754816006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-38678706666561193172008-05-07T21:16:00.000-04:002008-05-07T21:16:00.000-04:00I'm glad to "see" you. I have been thinking about ...I'm glad to "see" you. I have been thinking about you in these early days of May. I read your blog and wanted to express my condolences for Alex and Travis.<BR/><BR/>"I honor them in other ways. But I'm not sure it's enough."<BR/><BR/>It is difficult to want to express your love to your children equally. I saw my mother struggle with it and all of her children were living. I have read about your struggle with two children living on in your memory and heart. From a child and sibling, though, I didn't want my mom to hurt from feelings that she wasn't loving me enough or a sibling more. And I'm pretty sure Alex and Travis would feel the same. I don't think they would want you to feel this ache. <BR/><BR/>You honor them through the MOM project, through their gardens, by remembering and by being their mom in your heart. And, for whatever it's worth, I think you're doing a pretty darn good job at it.<BR/>All the best, MMaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04472692416075577290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-82813494543610666572008-05-07T16:30:00.000-04:002008-05-07T16:30:00.000-04:00Big hugs to you my friend. I know that is not eno...Big hugs to you my friend. I know that is not enough to make the hurt go away. Keep writing and keep loving all your boys. There is no right or wrong way to grieve or remember them. <BR/><BR/>If there is a place beyond, they will know you still remember them and would rather have them helping plant flowers then have flowers planted for them. <BR/><BR/>I hope that made sense. Know that many are remembering them with you in the month of May. <BR/><BR/>Take care of yourself and you know how to find me if you need to talk.Shinnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11233585920183280455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-6421084727240232032008-05-07T16:22:00.000-04:002008-05-07T16:22:00.000-04:00Catherine, this is beautiful. "Time hasn't healed...Catherine, this is beautiful. <BR/><BR/>"Time hasn't healed the hurt, it's just put distance between us...made it more of an effort to go to that place. I want to find my way there...to feel for them the way I think I need to. I just don't have the time or the energy."<BR/><BR/>This encourages me and saddens me at the same time. And in a way, only a year out, I know how you feel. Thinking of you and yours this week.Tashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07376651134993450207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-15045734895502188452008-05-07T13:57:00.000-04:002008-05-07T13:57:00.000-04:00I've been thinking about you, and wondering how th...I've been thinking about you, and wondering how things would be this year. I agree with Awake, it's not clogged at all, it's where you are now, what you are now. I wish that I could say something inspirational, or comforting, but I'll just offer up my thoughts and far-flung support.JMBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12903514053154713614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836584.post-10437531754752053642008-05-07T13:35:00.000-04:002008-05-07T13:35:00.000-04:00Oh hon, I don't think its clogged at all. I think...Oh hon, I don't think its clogged at all. I think this was beautiful. And I think you are doing enough. Hug tight to your boys. I'm sure the petunias will bloom beautifully for your children. Thinking of you.Awakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13062430694807130926noreply@blogger.com