tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post7179632506787265131..comments2024-03-26T05:35:26.794-04:00Comments on Mama Deak Speaks: Bittersweet Memories from LBIAnne Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677216862444900502noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-11344100041307309652012-07-18T21:05:21.881-04:002012-07-18T21:05:21.881-04:00Thanks for stopping by my blog and for your though...Thanks for stopping by my blog and for your thoughtful comments. As I think I mentioned in my comment on your post, I am so glad I stumbled upon your blog last night. I've been having a rough few weeks and last night I was the only person to show up to my monthly grief support group (not good...) In short, I was in need of that connection with someone else going through similar circumstances and if I had commented on all the posts that I identified with, you would have thought I was off my rocker :-)<br /><br />As for living life to the fullest I know exactly what you mean about setting an example for your daughter. I feel that way with my son and even on my worst days I try to incorporate some positive thing. Today when I got home from work we spent a good 10 minutes tickling each other and laughing our butts off. It was great and I needed it so much because what I really wanted to do was curl up on the couch and sleep. Love those moments.<br /><br />Glad that we will now be able to follow each other's journey through cyberspace.Anne Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12677216862444900502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-8661229951222095132012-07-18T21:04:30.390-04:002012-07-18T21:04:30.390-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anne Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12677216862444900502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-81198203453239207812012-07-18T10:42:19.340-04:002012-07-18T10:42:19.340-04:00So very true, Malinda. Thinking of you and your fa...So very true, Malinda. Thinking of you and your family especially now as you mourn your grandmother. It seems like every day I am given a new reason to hate this thing called cancer. Thanks for all you do in the fight for a cure.Anne Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12677216862444900502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-26255839443154849952012-07-18T10:40:12.202-04:002012-07-18T10:40:12.202-04:00I love the visual created by your memory from the ...I love the visual created by your memory from the front porch. To me, that was very much the essence of this vacation - the simple act of being present and enjoying each other for what we had in that moment. There was a joy in everything we did while we were there just because we were there together.Anne Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12677216862444900502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-16967276463616402352012-07-18T03:38:24.783-04:002012-07-18T03:38:24.783-04:00Anne, I loved this quote at the end of your post:
...Anne, I loved this quote at the end of your post:<br /><br />"None of us know how much time we have here so why not live in the happy of the now while we have the chance? I'm glad that's exactly what we all did this time last year."<br /><br />I've said this same thing to myself quite a few times since Aimee's (my wife) death seven months ago. For me, it's a promise to try and not waste the days I have now, even if they are filled with grief, because for all I know they are the last days I have. Plus for me, I want to set an example for my daughter that life goes on even in the most horrible things, and that we need to find the strength to live that life to the fullest.<br /><br />Thanks for commenting on my blog, and as a result allowing me to find yours. I'm sorry our paths crossed for this reason.Pat Rhoadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00608587744141243108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-39585945151641201652012-07-17T18:34:16.535-04:002012-07-17T18:34:16.535-04:00Beautiful post. Grief is not the process of forget...Beautiful post. Grief is not the process of forgetting. It is the process of remembering with less pain and more joy. I hope there will be less pain and more joy in your memories..,TWINS RUN in our familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15542937174719440182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774628403513421556.post-51659342457330926232012-07-17T07:08:09.385-04:002012-07-17T07:08:09.385-04:00My memory from that week is seeing Joe sitting on ...My memory from that week is seeing Joe sitting on the front porch with Domani on his lap. Joe had his hat on. They seemed so peaceful sitting there. Jimmy was there chatting with Joe, while keeping one eye on Ty and Kenny who were running around in the yard. <br />I don’t remember my exact thoughts at that particular moment, but I don’t think cancer or death were among them. At that movement I am sure I was just enjoying the coolness of the porch, as I watched (I’m sure with a smile on face) the obvious joy of my sons with their sons. When I reflect on that moment I realize it was certainly the "happy of the now". Memories are like candid snapshots freezing snippets of time in our minds. And sometimes, the lasting memories turn out to be those quiet unassuming ones. <br />Thank you for recalling and sharing your snippets of that special week on LBI.lyndagracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13530605081989558341noreply@blogger.com